This is a song about "Birmingham streets"

No time to plot retreats

You're walking these streets,

Malcolm x, by any means

You can't leave the ghetto streets

Roaming the streets wearing retro

But now the dough like kaiser bro

Cops won't look in the streets,

Now i'm living out my dreams

When you're reachin' your dreams

He couldn’t have a word in streets,

I don't slang caine on the city streets

Way too big for my my fucking jeans

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

Forget these troubles, war raging in the streets

I glanced seeing some haters in the streets

So either you dont believe in a nigga dreams