This is a song about "Driving in city streets"

News flash: concern in the city,

Mama made her pretty

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

I'm gettin money til my pockets need a tummy tuck

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

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

I got a spot for us all, so we can ball, at thug's mansion

Chicago ain't your city it's just a spot that you chill in

You gotta let these shits go, man

Driving in my dodge ram

Yeah we pity few in a city queue

She fly high, high in the sky, ho i can't see you

Believed your own hype ya the hardest bitch in the streets

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

In private, not public in the streets

Hero in the streets, carnage in the sheets