This is a song about "Brooklyn streets"

Hit me up on the streets

Trap our young black seeds

A story too familiar for too many brooklyn residents

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Lets celebrate, levitate, with the loud

Its was a cold night in brooklyn when i first set out

Played our beats on the streets

Kush, baby mama-less; yeah no seeds

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

Betta stay outta the streets

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

Criminal paving these streets

Tryna kill my dreams

You can't leave the ghetto streets

From brooklyn to bermondsey, i spit words with speed

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead