This is a song about "Chilling on streets"

I felt a tear roll down my facethat was daddy's bullet

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

I don't slang caine on the city streets

Mini fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans

On these streets with flurry coke-line streaks/

And i ain't spend a minute up in the streets

Chilling on the bed cuz you know what i really said

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit, dead

Im illegal on these beats, a killer on these streets

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets

Ass shots in her seven jeans

Its hard for a black man on the streets

Cause i got a big fetish with the feet

Oh, did i knock them on the streets, line them up neat

Trynna scavenge on the streets for some trashy dinner

Account overdraft what i got this debit for