This is a song about "Birmingham streets"

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

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

Hear the rappin filled within the streets

Kush, baby mama-less; yeah no seeds

You can't leave the ghetto streets

Flow is cold from the city streets

I said believe in your dreams

He couldn’t have a word in streets,

Ass shots in her seven jeans

Forget these troubles, war raging in the streets

Haters eyes gettin' wide like bench seats

You're walking these streets,

All that ass in your jeans

Mini fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans

I glanced seeing some haters in the streets