This is a song about "Chilling on streets"

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

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

Trynna scavenge on the streets for some trashy dinner

I said you look like my ex-girlfriend, sister

Im illegal on these beats, a killer on these streets

So either you dont believe in a nigga dreams

Coughing phlegm on the streets as history repeats

Don't nobody move when we walk tha streets

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

In these streets might slowly lose my grip on sanity

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

Deprived from tha streets i emphasized it hard on each beat

On these streets with flurry coke-line streaks/

And she throws up whatever she eats

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet

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