This is a song about "Hustling the streets"

Way too big for my my fucking jeans

Played our beats on the streets

I don't slang caine on the city streets

Absurd g, chickens clucking for bird seeds

Let's enjoy our younger years

The streets are littered with millers

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

In this industry that kicked us about in the streets

Wipe off the streets, they so proud

Niggas rollin' deep, burners pulled out

Little more weed, first class seats

Cops won't look in the streets,

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

Thugs in their clothes, hustling with drugs to get love from the hoes

Forget these troubles, war raging in the streets

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks