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

I'm tryna bring back the vibe of hip hop in the streets,

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

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

See me in the streets, i be banging with my beats

They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets

Watch a nigga snap back, dead in the streets

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Cops won't look in the streets,

When you're reachin' your dreams

Toss a nervous laugh in shes plays in the streets

My weed and my broad exotic with no seeds

But they paved a bad road so there's crack in the streets,

To me playing in the game is worth more than the seats

My heart is all kind of cold, hope that you all got a coat

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