This is a song about "Crime in the streets"

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

My heart sank when my bro was shot in the streets,

Goin crazy, i might be no sleep having light dreams

Just trying to link this music and its roots in the streets,

My bitch a lady but a freak up in the sheets

I'm tryna bring back the vibe of hip hop in the streets,

I glanced seeing some haters in the streets

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Growing up in the streets was easy

You couldnt catch me in the streets without a ton of reefer,

I'm on my grind feeble, my music is either

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

Toss a nervous laugh in shes plays in the streets

And all the nerds claim that they in the streets

So either you dont believe in a nigga dreams