This is a song about "Closring streets"

Played our beats on the streets

And she throws up whatever she eats

Absurd g, chickens clucking for bird seeds

I don't slang caine on the city streets

Done grime these streets are the

The science and the art, africa

Patroling the streets at night,

My dip gang man, the peeps that'll ride

Roaming the streets wearing retro

Call me whatever joe

No time to plot retreats

You're walking these streets,

Now i'm living out my dreams

Played our beats on the streets

Kush, baby mama-less; yeah no seeds

You can't leave the ghetto streets