This is a song about "Hard times in the streets"

Absurd g, chickens clucking for bird seeds

Kids in a daze because the drug filled streets

My heart sank when my bro was shot in the streets,

And she throws up whatever she eats

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

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

Marching in the streets singing " we shall overcome"/

Rolling in more green than a hole in one

Times is hard homie in this economic recession

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

But not the same kind thats back in the streets.

Spit selvage my nigga, it's in my jeans

Forget these troubles, war raging in the streets

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

My bitch a lady but a freak up in the sheets

It's hard to find good honest work that pays in the streets,