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

But they paved a bad road so there's crack in the streets,

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

I came up in the streets, stay duckin' police

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

Hero in the streets, carnage in the sheets

And she throws up whatever she eats

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

Growing up in a middle eastern family , is the hardest thing for

Adap ta, 'cause these streets a gas ya,and have ya caught up in the rapture

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

And when you fuckin' for the night, you don't need a heart

Bunch of kids growing up learning shit the way that's hard,

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

Runnin' up all the streets and bogs

Cause so far i done witnessed to many dead niggas in caskets

C.r.e.a.m of the planet, i grew up in streets controlled by greedy bandits