This is a song about "Beefin with someone in the streets"

Let's enjoy our younger years

The streets are littered with millers

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Succeed indeed im thief in the streets, when im with a bitch its like a fatty

But not the same kind thats back in the streets.

Kush, baby mama-less; yeah no seeds

And all the nerds claim that they in the streets

But i ain’t jacking, i’m chasing dreams

Which seems to feeds us the needed for beefin'

Swift-made switch blades made a big incision in him

They not pulling in no green like smoking whent that rello broke

And in beef you'll agree with it too, leavin' the streets beast mode

Mini fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans

I glanced seeing some haters in the streets