This is a song about "Hustlin in these streets"

My bitch a lady but a freak up in the sheets

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

You're walking these streets,

Trap our young black seeds

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

In these streets might slowly lose my grip on sanity

Story of cudi, nigga getting out my dreams

I glanced seeing some haters in the streets

Im fucking talented, both in bars and hustlin hard

I'll moon walk it if i'm truly in your heart

Of impactful things one can ask for

Every day these streets were getting tougher

Forget these troubles, war raging in the streets

Ain't tryin to be your god, just want to live my dreams

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

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free