This is a song about "Brooklyn streets"

Can trust nobody on the streets

Ass shots in her seven jeans

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

Flow is cold from the city streets

Santa loves some but in brooklyn, he dodged us.

By a brotha who was hopeless

Remebering streets you want to avoid

Now i get laid-off, notice y'all employed

You're walking these streets,

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

I don't slang caine on the city streets

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

I glanced seeing some haters in the streets

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

Criminal paving these streets

Regular girl, celebrity dreams