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

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

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

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

In this industry that kicked us about in the streets

Take a walk with me, let me show you the streets,

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

Jumping in too quick with lines weaker than someone who ingested ether.

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Spit selvage my nigga, it's in my jeans

Mention me in a tweet, speak of me on the streets,

But all she ever want me to do is unzip her jeans

Just trying to link this music and its roots in the streets,

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

Cops won't look in the streets,