This is a song about "Hustlin in these streets"

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

We need to fix these streets, people livin’ in the poverty,

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

Ok, chief-in on whatever on another level

Cops won't look in the streets,

When you're reachin' your dreams

How i seen my life being raised as good as a bad day yet i'm still

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

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

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets

On these streets with flurry coke-line streaks/

Know what they mean, everything ain't what it seems

You're walking these streets,

Little more weed, first class seats