This is a song about "Fools on streets"

Indeed, the flow raw just the same as my levi jeans

But that's the way it goes when you're raised on ghetto streets,

Mention me in a tweet, speak of me on the streets,

Goin crazy, i might be no sleep having light dreams

Im illegal on these beats, a killer on these streets

My weed and my broad exotic with no seeds

On these streets with flurry coke-line streaks/

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

Its hard for a black man on the streets

And she throws up whatever she eats

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

Can trust nobody on the streets

Deprived from tha streets i emphasized it hard on each beat

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep

Witnessed my disease, spit lonely on the streets, wolf on the beat,