This is a song about "Hustle in thr streets"

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

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

But they paved a bad road so there's crack in the streets,

Barely breatin believin that the world is a prison

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

To me playing in the game is worth more than the seats

Believed your own hype ya the hardest bitch in the streets

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

Toss a nervous laugh in shes plays in the streets

Absurd g, chickens clucking for bird seeds

Hero in the streets, carnage in the sheets

I glanced seeing some haters in the streets

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

Forget these troubles, war raging in the streets

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