This is a song about "Cold streets"

All that ass in your jeans

You're walking these streets,

Can trust nobody on the streets

When you're reachin' your dreams

Way too big for my my fucking jeans

You can't leave the ghetto streets

So fuckin' awesome, kickin' rhymes cold,

You're like the sun and winter, my pot of gold

Remebering streets you want to avoid

Now i get laid-off, notice y'all employed

Absurd g, chickens clucking for bird seeds

But world is really cold,in this streets

Thats spits lyrics so cold

All this paper i fold

I kept runnin through the streets

Get grand slam fans out of they seats