This is a song about "Hustle in thr streets"

My weed and my broad exotic with no seeds

And it's finna give me peace, life up in these streets

Watch a nigga snap back, dead in the streets

Ain't tryin to be your god, just want to live my dreams

Kush, baby mama-less; yeah no seeds

He couldn’t have a word in streets,

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

I'm tryna bring back the vibe of hip hop in the streets,

Yet, it is forever and a day to forgive and forget one

In the crowd, hustle and grind, hustle and grind and when im done,

And she throws up whatever she eats

Toss a nervous laugh in shes plays in the streets

So either you dont believe in a nigga dreams

Hero in the streets, carnage in the sheets

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

But world is really cold,in this streets