This is a song about "Getting cooked with my homies on the streets"

Waiting on my homies as they do their thing

So that make you a queen, surviving anything

Ur jaw drops when u get hit with a sawn off on the streets and mangled bitch

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage

All that ass in your jeans

Hit me up on the streets

Can trust nobody on the streets

Little more weed, first class seats

And she throws up whatever she eats

Played our beats on the streets