This is a song about "Growing up in the street"

For the low that nine cheap

Now we all in the street

I'll own your ass up and down the street

I said i got my ass beat

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep

No desire to spark beef, light a fire in the dark street

Niggas in the street scared

Never ever pay rent

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

About my son growing up without the best mom ever mentioned.

Ddd-did i stutter the missing piece of the puzzle

Growing up struggling jump back to the hustle

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

Growing up in the industry where the evil chemistry

Growing up was over the fence, nigga i hopped the line

I'll take you out shorty but let me know its mine