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

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

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

When you've made so many mistakes in life and you just want a clean slate!

Growing up to be a president but now im a resident of the garden state

I'm stunting, got em sick to their stomach

The hardest part of life is growing up.

Cause after all the lights and screams

Hit me up on the streets

Cops won't look in the streets,

No time to plot retreats

Im an m.c looking for trouble nd shooting/ have ur apartment ready for other people to move in/

You swear the bitch was plantedmy lyrics motivate the planetit's similar to rhythm nation

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

My heart beatsechoes into the cold streetswhere nightmares and darkness begin to meet

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

Your bitch kind of ugly but she sure fill up them jeans