This is a song about "Hustlin in these streets"

I glanced seeing some haters in the streets

Spit selvage my nigga, it's in my jeans

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

Shit, caught up in your perfect world, you never heard me cry

Every day these streets were getting tougher

See, i like the person that you are

So fuck it, i'm platinum in the streets

On these streets with flurry coke-line streaks/

Ass shots in her seven jeans

You're walking these streets,

Isn't a right its more of a decision. haters like gators hating me till

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

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Know these streets well so im never trapped, these streets are evil

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

Look at me left foot right foot through these streets