This is a song about "Fuck the streets i watch myself"

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

Watch a nigga snap back, dead in the streets

To me playing in the game is worth more than the seats

I stay on the beat. like my converse walking the streets

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Tie your dumbass in the corner and make you watch as i fuck your former lover,

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

Man i carry on tradition and the essence of streets,

Fuck man whats happening? i hear myself cackling

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

I know just what you need nigga that know when to leave

Running around the streets screaming fuck the police

I kept runnin through the streets

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

As i walk the streets, on the sidewalk i speak

We gettin’ chicken but these skinny models wan’ eat