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

Both: we both love our moms, women with grown women needs

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

It's hard to find good honest work that pays in the streets,

Goin crazy, i might be no sleep having light dreams

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Watch a nigga snap back, dead in the streets

But not the same kind thats back in the streets.

Way too big for my my fucking jeans

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

So either you dont believe in a nigga dreams

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

My weed and my broad exotic with no seeds

I got that goodman game

Cause the streets leave you in pain