This is a song about "Birmingham streets"

Cause after all the lights and screams

You're walking these streets,

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

Hear the rappin filled within the streets

Now i'm living out my dreams

Played our beats on the streets

You can't leave the ghetto streets

Trap our young black seeds

Get blown like lawn leaves

Betta stay outta the streets

Ass shots in her seven jeans

He couldn’t have a word in streets,

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

Streets became home to me/ like a mother to be/ the streets

Roaming the streets wearing retro

Whip purple and yellow, hello