This is a song about "Hustlin in these streets"

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

On these streets with flurry coke-line streaks/

You weak rats relax these tracks i release on the streets

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

Shoutout to maybach music, my logic is getting money

In these streets might slowly lose my grip on sanity

You're walking these streets,

Get blown like lawn leaves

Ambitious girl, you just wanna win, and you'd rather chase your dreams

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

A line after line printed fluently, grammar stupidly, horrendous, still

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