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

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

Indeed, the flow raw just the same as my levi jeans

All that ass in your jeans

Played our beats on the streets

I don't slang caine on the city streets

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

My weed and my broad exotic with no seeds

I stay on the beat. like my converse walking the streets

But lemme tell you that them heels really complement your frame

It's insane, growing up, they told me, "don't go against the grain",

Played our beats on the streets

Malcolm x, by any means

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

Cause what is love if you ain't discover love at heart

Used to clean my rolie chain with alcohol in the sink

About my son growing up without the best mom ever mentioned.