This is a song about "Chilling on streets"

You weak rats relax these tracks i release on the streets

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Been on the streets for five years

It's moe, all i need is more chips

Man i carry on tradition and the essence of streets,

So either you dont believe in a nigga dreams

Im illegal on these beats, a killer on these streets

Story of cudi, nigga getting out my dreams

Chilling on the bed cuz you know what i really said

This that new, from the city, you ain’t heard yet

You can find me chilling up on the podium,

Please lord forgive me for my sins, cause here i come

See, the luxury that we accustomed to, i take a smut to eat

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