This is a song about "I run these streets"

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

Im illegal on these beats, a killer on these streets

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

Cus i run these streets like a one man army

And let them lames get your old number

Every day these streets were getting tougher

Holla; cheech chong & folarin, only get high when my lows come often

When she see me on the streets, she turn around the other way and run

Goin crazy, i might be no sleep having light dreams

I glanced seeing some haters in the streets

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

I spaz in true speech one relapse and ya naps get thrown thru out these streets/

Story of cudi, nigga getting out my dreams

Forget these troubles, war raging in the streets

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

You weak rats relax these tracks i release on the streets