This is a song about "Cold streets"

You can't leave the ghetto streets

Kush, baby mama-less; yeah no seeds

After every show, a dream she hold

So fuckin' awesome, kickin' rhymes cold,

You're walking these streets,

No time to plot retreats

Sang sittin there kickin it with malcolm, 'til the day came

More fights occurring here then the streets of cold ukraine

All this paper i fold

Hand to hand in the cold

Criminal paving these streets

But i ain’t jacking, i’m chasing dreams

Skipping class and growing cold

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

Can trust nobody on the streets

Mini fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans