This is a song about "Hustlin in these streets"

Look at me left foot right foot through these streets

Absurd g, chickens clucking for bird seeds

I spaz in true speech one relapse and ya naps get thrown thru out these streets/

That you allow me to work it 'til you know what your actual worth means

Im illegal on these beats, a killer on these streets

So either you dont believe in a nigga dreams

Little more weed, first class seats

Cops won't look in the streets,

Both: we both love our moms, women with grown women needs

You weak rats relax these tracks i release on the streets

Fed ain't dumb but they sittin' in the cold dark

Im fucking talented, both in bars and hustlin hard

Criminal paving these streets

Ass shots in her seven jeans

No time to plot retreats

You're walking these streets,