This is a song about "Dark streets"

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

Played our beats on the streets

You're walking these streets,

No time to plot retreats

Betta stay outta the streets

Way too big for my my fucking jeans

Know give me a head start

I'm done now, see you before dark

You can't leave the ghetto streets

Kush, baby mama-less; yeah no seeds

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

Played our beats on the streets

Malcolm x, by any means

You're walking these streets,

When you're reachin' your dreams

Cops won't look in the streets,