This is a song about "Hustling the streets"

No time to plot retreats

I kept runnin through the streets

Cause after all the lights and screams

I don't slang caine on the city streets

I glanced seeing some haters in the streets

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

You can't leave the ghetto streets

Ass shots in her seven jeans

Story of cudi, nigga getting out my dreams

Believed your own hype ya the hardest bitch in the streets

Particularly my cousin's hustling,

So now i show you off to the block no fronting

Absurd g, chickens clucking for bird seeds

Hear the rappin filled within the streets

I will be by your side

Patroling the streets at night,