This is a song about "Hustling the streets"

Wipe off the streets, they so proud

And i don’t take no dames out

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

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

Little more weed, first class seats

Betta stay outta the streets

I don't slang caine on the city streets

Cause after all the lights and screams

Both: we both love our moms, women with grown women needs

Forget these troubles, war raging in the streets

Now i'm living out my dreams

I kept runnin through the streets

We just trynna be winners

The streets are littered with millers

Particularly my cousin's hustling,

I lead the city in requests, but don't do nothing