This is a song about "Chillin in the streets"

My bitch a lady but a freak up in the sheets

But not the same kind thats back in the streets.

Mini fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans

My heart sank when my bro was shot in the streets,

Im neck and neck with a swimmer, while you chillin in the kiddie pool

Cause everybody know all of my niggas with me skipped school

I'll be chillin in the rap house with you out lookin in.

Look, i got no time for that type of connection

Beneath the mist, chillin in the hidden valley

I just want somebody i can see

Absurd g, chickens clucking for bird seeds

Toss a nervous laugh in shes plays in the streets

Kush, baby mama-less; yeah no seeds

Not a whack job that packs crack rocks in the streets

Parking lot of the blue flame

Cause the streets leave you in pain