This is a song about "Hustlin in these streets"

That you allow me to work it 'til you know what your actual worth means

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

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

I glanced seeing some haters in the streets

Im illegal on these beats, a killer on these streets

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

If you see these motherfuckers trying to take the streets

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

Goin crazy, i might be no sleep having light dreams

Forget these troubles, war raging in the streets

Get blown like lawn leaves

You're walking these streets,