This is a song about "Closing streets"

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

Played our beats on the streets

Busting off, tryna touch the sky

Closing your eyes no don't you might die, guy

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

Streets became home to me/ like a mother to be/ the streets

And she throws up whatever she eats

Betta stay outta the streets

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

Drink a fifth of hennessy and then take another fade

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

Im done with misbehavior its time to take responsibility for my own actions,

I ain't bitter my nigga, i respect your position

Framed stain-glass windows with white widows closing in/

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

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