This is a song about "Closring streets"

Hit me up on the streets

Now i'm living out my dreams

Ass shots in her seven jeans

Cops won't look in the streets,

Done grime these streets are the

The science and the art, africa

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

Ain't tryin to be your god, just want to live my dreams

You're walking these streets,

Tryna kill my dreams

Flow is cold from the city streets

Mini fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans

Hear the rappin filled within the streets

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

Forget these troubles, war raging in the streets