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

Cause the streets leave you in pain

My buzz is like cocaine

Your bitch kind of ugly but she sure fill up them jeans

My heart sank when my bro was shot in the streets,

Story of cudi, nigga getting out my dreams

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

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Hero in the streets, carnage in the sheets

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

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

My weed and my broad exotic with no seeds

But not the same kind thats back in the streets.

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets

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

Which seems to feeds us the needed for beefin'

Little nigga so they picked on him, hassled him