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

Been on the streets for five years

She likes the way it hits her lips

Way too big for my my fucking jeans

Played our beats on the streets

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

Of a convertible elopin' to get married

Growing up was over the fence, nigga i hopped the line

But the same deposition take it every time

But all she ever want me to do is unzip her jeans

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

Goin crazy, i might be no sleep having light dreams

Mention me in a tweet, speak of me on the streets,

These are al the symptoms of growing up in tha hood.

Call levi's we can see about the home cook

Hit me up on the streets

All that ass in your jeans