This is a song about "Chilling on streets"

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

So my outlook's dim and my house is eventually without any heat

Played our beats on the streets

Little more weed, first class seats

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

Your bitch kind of ugly but she sure fill up them jeans

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

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

Trynna scavenge on the streets for some trashy dinner

Its hard for a black man on the streets

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

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

Im illegal on these beats, a killer on these streets

Absurd g, chickens clucking for bird seeds

Once upon a time, i was standing on the streets