This is a song about "Dangerous streets of sandiego"

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Take a walk of fate, stroll down southern streets (x2)

From concrete, and up on streets, we got more of chromosomes,

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

I feel something change in the weather, and i’m home, home, home

I've been walkin' streets of chicago, yeah this shit is so capone,

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

Man i carry on tradition and the essence of streets,

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

Courses through our veins, pain's insane, dangerous,

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

For the people at least in the streets thoughts of peace,

I'm driving in a stolen truck, and i'm probably fucking drunk

I'm one of the best who graduated from the streets of nor-folk

I was so young, raised in the streets of fort smith, homegrown

Proud of it all defensive fuck i'm rocking alone