This is a song about "Grinding out in the streets"

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Watch a nigga snap back, dead in the streets

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

It's hard to find good honest work that pays in the streets,

Ain't tryin to be your god, just want to live my dreams

I'm tryna bring back the vibe of hip hop in the streets,

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets

I spaz in true speech one relapse and ya naps get thrown thru out these streets//

Story of cudi, nigga getting out my dreams

Just trying to link this music and its roots in the streets,

Way too stoned to make it home so i passed out in the streets

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

Believed your own hype ya the hardest bitch in the streets

My weed and my broad exotic with no seeds

Ambitious girl, you just wanna win, and you'd rather chase your dreams

I spaz in true speech one relapse and ya naps get thrown thru out these streets/