This is a song about "Cold streets"

When you're reachin' your dreams

I kept runnin through the streets

Played our beats on the streets

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

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

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

You're walking these streets,

I don't slang caine on the city streets

Absurd g, chickens clucking for bird seeds

You can't leave the ghetto streets

Way too big for my my fucking jeans

Criminal paving these streets

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead

These streets are cold as winter, but folks still pack the heat,