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

Growing up struggling jump back to the hustle

And be you, that's when it sounds beautiful

I glanced seeing some haters in the streets

My weed and my broad exotic with no seeds

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

Forget these troubles, war raging in the streets

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

Runnin' up all the streets and bogs

Toss a nervous laugh in shes plays in the streets

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

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

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

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