This is a song about "Empty streets"

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

My right brain is full of fuckin drugs, left empty

Walking with an empty purse

If i sent my dad letters

Kush, baby mama-less; yeah no seeds

I kept runnin through the streets

Now i'm living out my dreams

You're walking these streets,

I'd rather sit empty in shelves

We can never be friends

No time to plot retreats

Cops won't look in the streets,

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

Played our beats on the streets