This is a song about "Ghetto streets"

I kept runnin through the streets

No time to plot retreats

Played our beats on the streets

Now i'm living out my dreams

Fags, lesbos, tryna rap in the ghetto,

Ok, polo with no horse though, d.c. well of course though

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

But all she ever want me to do is unzip her jeans

You can't leave the ghetto streets

I said believe in your dreams

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

Cops won't look in the streets,

Where the thing is amazing

A ghetto in the making.