This is a song about "Hustlin in these streets"

As i take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby

Cause out here in these streets you can live or your welcome to die

All that ass in your jeans

You're walking these streets,

Im illegal on these beats, a killer on these streets

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

Sippin' bitches what lemonade

Im in these streets im gettin paid

In these streets might slowly lose my grip on sanity

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Hustlin in our hoods , slanging nothing but the goods / street to street you will

Because i'm weary of seeing all these rappers spitting on records with no skill

You're walking these streets,

Little more weed, first class seats