This is a song about "Cold streets"

Thats spits lyrics so cold

The truth shall be told

Roaming the streets wearing retro

Black 3 cement, sag jean sitting - low

You're walking these streets,

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

Betta stay outta the streets

Way too big for my my fucking jeans

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

I don't slang caine on the city streets

Mini fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans

I glanced seeing some haters in the streets

More fights occurring here then the streets of cold ukraine

That god isn't finished with me yeti feel his hand on my brain

Hit me up on the streets

Malcolm x, by any means