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

But that's the way it goes when you're raised on ghetto streets,

So either you dont believe in a nigga dreams

Story of cudi, nigga getting out my dreams

Coughing phlegm on the streets as history repeats

Your bitch only like you cause she thinks you getting paid

The gold on the fame sucks, i feel i’m growing estranged,

Oh, did i knock them on the streets, line them up neat

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

Runnin' up all the streets and bogs

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

I don't slang caine on the city streets

Absurd g, chickens clucking for bird seeds

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

Brought up on the streets at corners