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

I'm on a thousand islands like mcdonald's cows

Feels locked out his house, he's browsing the streets of south,

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

Grinding real hard got the green in the front of the car, smoke coming out of

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

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

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

Watch a nigga snap back, dead in the streets

Cops won't look in the streets,

Tryna kill my dreams

Indeed, the flow raw just the same as my levi jeans

Forget these troubles, war raging in the streets

Yeah, and make sure everything you say

Out in the streets is where i learned my way,

And all the nerds claim that they in the streets

Get grand slam fans out of they seats