This is a song about "Growing up in the streets shooting people going to eastpenn"

Kids growing up to be little pricks

So here i am at the store for some chips

Poor people starving dying in the streets, the ones in charge are the elite,

Roley, rolex, relaxsay she just gave me head, leaned over in the front seat

Leavin’ cops shot, i wish people would get off the streets,

Story of cudi, nigga getting out my dreams

Takes one to the back, gets up but their shooting more!

Gorillas at the door fiends sleeping on the floor

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

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

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

Streets became home to me/ like a mother to be/ the streets

You be get up on this fly shit baby

Im going on a shooting spree

Growing up in the industry where the evil chemistry

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see