This is a song about "Hustlin in these streets"

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

If you see these motherfuckers trying to take the streets

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

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

Cops won't look in the streets,

Cause after all the lights and screams

On these streets with flurry coke-line streaks/

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

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

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

You're walking these streets,

Little more weed, first class seats

Look at me left foot right foot through these streets

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves