This is a song about "Chillin in the streets"

Not a whack job that packs crack rocks in the streets

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

Through all that rain, i kept my flame

Cause the streets leave you in pain

Growing up in the streets was easy

Let me rideuntil i get free

So i told her thats wassup, then we chillin in the cut

Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck

But all she ever want me to do is unzip her jeans

But they paved a bad road so there's crack in the streets,

The straight life's like a sedative, everything's cool

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

In this industry that kicked us about in the streets

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

But not the same kind thats back in the streets.

Absurd g, chickens clucking for bird seeds