This is a song about "Ghetto streets"

The ghetto i'm embracin', theoretical conversation,

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

I kept runnin through the streets

Kush, baby mama-less; yeah no seeds

Now i'm living out my dreams

Betta stay outta the streets

You're walking these streets,

Trap our young black seeds

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

Streets became home to me/ like a mother to be/ the streets

So that don't even matter

Than a ghetto blaster

You're walking these streets,

Little more weed, first class seats