This is a song about "Hustle in thr streets"

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

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

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

My weed and my broad exotic with no seeds

Watch a nigga snap back, dead in the streets

But i ain’t jacking, i’m chasing dreams

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

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets

I'm on the block as usual

In the shantytowns bounds we hustle,

Hero in the streets, carnage in the sheets

Spit selvage my nigga, it's in my jeans

Not a whack job that packs crack rocks in the streets

Kush, baby mama-less; yeah no seeds

Absurd g, chickens clucking for bird seeds

Forget these troubles, war raging in the streets