This is a song about "Busy streets of harlem"

From the streets of nyc to clubs playing the beat

Unification the dmv i will achieve indeed

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

From concrete, and up on streets, we got more of chromosomes,

I was so young, raised in the streets of fort smith, homegrown

Better than college, after that, students home

So either you dont believe in a nigga dreams

I'm tryna bring back the vibe of hip hop in the streets,

The streets of miami

What them tippers don't see

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

Saying 'hi' to someone in the streets only takes a shred of our effort

That mean i never trust em. and if you ever love them

Is rampant like the gambling and the stealing in harlem,