This is a song about "Driving in city streets"

And if you got it you gettin wet, nigga bet on that

You stuck in coach while im flying, driving, in the cock pit,

Shawty stay up in philly, shawty was hella pretty

Because we barey talk and im almost in the city

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck

That i was broke as fuck, driving 'roun in my truck.

Popping something thats forbidden and every single fifty

Spitting lethal seen the evil taken over the people in my city...

Haters eyes gettin' wide like bench seats

Flow is cold from the city streets

When you're reachin' your dreams

Cops won't look in the streets,

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

But they paved a bad road so there's crack in the streets,

He couldn’t have a word in streets,

Ass shots in her seven jeans