This is a song about "Black streets"

Betta stay outta the streets

Now i'm living out my dreams

Played our beats on the streets

Kush, baby mama-less; yeah no seeds

Who happens to be black

And daddy's in the cadillac

Criminal paving these streets

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

There's crack, there's crack

My president is black

Little more weed, first class seats

Can trust nobody on the streets

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

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

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Forget these troubles, war raging in the streets