This is a song about "Chilling on streets"

Brought up on the streets at corners

Though horoscopes couldn't scope my horrors

I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys

But i'm just chilling and we on the rise

In these streets might slowly lose my grip on sanity

But if so, i'll take the scorn, indeed happily

Catch, me chilling wielding the heney like pac on some thug-life shit

It's hard to live out atlanta with out makin' this a habit

Word picture, hurt niggas, young verse killer

Trynna scavenge on the streets for some trashy dinner

Unification the dmv i will achieve indeed

Found something on the streets , finally this is what i need.

Can trust nobody on the streets

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep

Witnessed my disease, spit lonely on the streets, wolf on the beat,