This is a song about "Brooklyn streets"

You can't leave the ghetto streets

All that ass in your jeans

You're walking these streets,

Malcolm x, by any means

And she throws up whatever she eats

I don't slang caine on the city streets

East side till i die, brooklyn is my residence/

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

Remebering streets you want to avoid

Seen the how-to video now he on point

Criminal paving these streets

Tryna kill my dreams

From brooklyn to bermondsey, i spit words with speed

Chasing for the wind but you never win the track meet

Cops won't look in the streets,

Ass shots in her seven jeans