This is a song about "Hustle in thr streets"

Watch a nigga snap back, dead in the streets

Absurd g, chickens clucking for bird seeds

Spit selvage my nigga, it's in my jeans

Hero in the streets, carnage in the sheets

Believed your own hype ya the hardest bitch in the streets

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

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

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

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

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

Tryna kill my dreams

He couldn’t have a word in streets,

But not the same kind thats back in the streets.

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

Your bitch kind of ugly but she sure fill up them jeans

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