This is a song about "Hustling the streets"

Your bitch kind of ugly but she sure fill up them jeans

Forget these troubles, war raging in the streets

The cia would plot to sell the crack, and flooded the streets,

Indeed, the flow raw just the same as my levi jeans

Can trust nobody on the streets

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

Done grime these streets are the

Wale, d.c. thats me, huh

Hit me up on the streets

All that ass in your jeans

Way too big for my my fucking jeans

Flow is cold from the city streets

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

I've been hustling that crack and i've been ducking the feds,

But i ain’t jacking, i’m chasing dreams

You can't leave the ghetto streets