This is a song about "Growing up in the streets in the gang life"

At the same damn time, got these bitches poppin' monkey

Growing up in the industry where the evil chemistry

It's growing thick skin, so trash talk stays in the bin, so it can't get in...

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

But not the same kind thats back in the streets.

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

Trying to get back to this thing called love

Allot of weed in the streets ...breathless

Mini fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans

And it's finna give me peace, life up in these streets

Cops won't look in the streets,

Now i'm living out my dreams

And all the nerds claim that they in the streets

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

My weed and my broad exotic with no seeds

That's how you'd feel if you grew up, was raised in the streets,