This is a song about "Hustlin in these streets"

Forget these troubles, war raging in the streets

So either you dont believe in a nigga dreams

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

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

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

You weak rats relax these tracks i release on the streets

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Adap ta, 'cause these streets a gas ya,and have ya caught up in the rapture

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

Keep your eyes open, i can only say i'll try

You're walking these streets,

No time to plot retreats

And it's finna give me peace, life up in these streets

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