This is a song about "Hustlin in these streets"

Cause they don't hear the shit im saying hunger

Every day these streets were getting tougher

Ok, chief-in on whatever on another level

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

Done grime these streets are the

So when ya see me nigga

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

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

Its ironic #hypno fell asleep, this was a #dissed #illation- can u beat me still?