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

I glanced seeing some haters in the streets

My weed and my broad exotic with no seeds

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

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

Then lost her faith again

Cause the streets leave you in pain

Niggas in jerusalem, waitin for signs

Maybe jab you in the eye several times.

Marching in the streets singing " we shall overcome"/

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

Lie about the rough times hard days but why

We was high school peers, in junior high

Just trying to link this music and its roots in the streets,

So either you dont believe in a nigga dreams

And all the nerds claim that they in the streets

Absurd g, chickens clucking for bird seeds