This is a song about "Cold streets"

I don't slang caine on the city streets

Cause after all the lights and screams

It's burning slow, even though life on the streets kinda cold

Seven years old in my heart, so i'm stayin' gold

Criminal paving these streets

Trap our young black seeds

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Hand to hand in the cold

Ass shots in her seven jeans

You're walking these streets,

Can trust nobody on the streets

No time to plot retreats

Mini fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans

Flow is cold from the city streets

Cops won't look in the streets,

Little more weed, first class seats