This is a song about "Grew up in the streets"

No time to plot retreats

Cops won't look in the streets,

Grew up in the suburbs

They slowly showin they colors

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

I grew up in nola city,

Growing up in the streets was easy

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

I don’t want nothing to do with you, i’m through with you

In one fell swoop taking from the life that he grew/

I glanced seeing some haters in the streets

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

Hit me up on the streets

All that ass in your jeans

Just threw them in the fire and the flames grew

Just me and my two of my dudes, blue man crew