This is a song about "I be in the streets"

All my niggas rolling, and we bout that gun play

Out in the streets is where i learned my way,

That's why i keep my pistol when i walk the streets

I came up in the streets, stay duckin' police

I broke mama heart with no college

But out in the streets, i aint no bitch

Story of cudi, nigga getting out my dreams

Just trying to link this music and its roots in the streets,

Gave me up in a heart beat. the streets is what i need,

Stuck in positions. if victims can't stand the heat

My weed and my broad exotic with no seeds

But they paved a bad road so there's crack in the streets,

Way too big for my my fucking jeans

I don't slang caine on the city streets

Yo i rap for brothers dying in the streets while most rappers talk about

I'll push this fucking pregnant clown into a hydrant stuck in the ground