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

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

We're like broken bones, a soaking rose that's grown in the streets,

Forget these troubles, war raging in the streets

And she throws up whatever she eats

Get blown like lawn leaves

Cops won't look in the streets,

Watch a nigga snap back, dead in the streets

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

But not the same kind thats back in the streets.

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

Saying 'hi' to someone in the streets only takes a shred of our effort

"stay strong, keep your faith in god," what i told him

Which seems to feeds us the needed for beefin'

And i ain't talking rap, man, i'm coming up this road

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