This is a song about "Hustlin in these streets"

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

If you see these motherfuckers trying to take the streets

Mini fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans

I glanced seeing some haters in the streets

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

Im illegal on these beats, a killer on these streets

Cops won't look in the streets,

Ass shots in her seven jeans

Forget these troubles, war raging in the streets

Way too big for my my fucking jeans

On these streets with flurry coke-line streaks/

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

Im fucking talented, both in bars and hustlin hard

Breaking so many laws, waking up in the dark