This is a song about "Hustlin in these streets"

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

Every day these streets were getting tougher

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

If you see these motherfuckers trying to take the streets

Forget these troubles, war raging in the streets

Mini fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans

You weak rats relax these tracks i release on the streets

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

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

We need to fix these streets, people livin’ in the poverty,

See, involvin' yourself is to be a part

Im fucking talented, both in bars and hustlin hard

No time to plot retreats

You're walking these streets,