This is a song about "A young boy leaving in the streets"

Trying to keep ya lil' boy out the streets.

Cause after all the lights and screams

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Watch a nigga snap back, dead in the streets

You couldnt catch me in the streets without a ton of reefer,

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

The young white boy with weed in his backpack

In the back of a chevy that’s all black

Streets became home to me/ like a mother to be/ the streets

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

Toss a nervous laugh in shes plays in the streets

I'm using my tooth bait to get that bitches teeth paste

On my family’s hate for the young boy they raised.