This is a song about "Because of da streets"

For the people at least in the streets thoughts of peace,

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

Y'all niggas come last, i'm first though

Because of my wicked flow

I’m a rare one, camo’s and some rare ones

Broken streets, kids dream of me in the slums

Both: we both love our moms, women with grown women needs

Man i carry on tradition and the essence of streets,

Just because of who we are,

Nigga i'm a hundred miles far

Because of people bad incisions

And the v12, that's on various trips

I am broke because of cindy

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see