This is a song about "Closing streets"

Walking forward so uncertain if the moment's certain for a closing curtain

You must have won every pageant in america when you was young

I kept runnin through the streets

Kush, baby mama-less; yeah no seeds

Or watch me advance as a lyrical fanatic, my miracle lines automatic, its

Posin' with hoes, hopin' to own 'em / it's a no-go, so i'm closing their notions

Theres a line between me & them and im closing the gate

I'd hate to see the seeds she created, and so we wait

Played our beats on the streets

Tryna kill my dreams

Of opponents, witness what i'm showing

''hypno'' relates to sleep, but my eyes aint closing

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

And there's no closing the door on this, my foot's on the floor.

No time to plot retreats

You can't leave the ghetto streets