This is a song about "Chilling on streets"

Baby you so fine

Iv been on the streets for time

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep

Deprived from tha streets i emphasized it hard on each beat

Goin crazy, i might be no sleep having light dreams

But that's the way it goes when you're raised on ghetto streets,

All that ass in your jeans

Can trust nobody on the streets

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet

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

Indeed, the flow raw just the same as my levi jeans

Mention me in a tweet, speak of me on the streets,

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

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

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