This is a song about "I wanna make it out the streets"

I take 'em out their misery, make it harder to breathe

Cause i disregard the white dress and the perm weave

I just wanna make music,

Snappin' necks since '05, ain't gotta prove shit

Momma say, you making me lose pay

Out in the streets is where i learned my way,

My weed and my broad exotic with no seeds

Is it cause i dont take to the streets?

Self-awarding, negligence of the less important

I got the type of bump that make a bitch wanna hump

Where i'm from is a circus hope you don’t expect a fair one

Fuck it if the streets get boring i make my own fun

Might even know how hard it is, no doubt

Holding back the anger i wanna shoot out

Niggas is kemba walker tryna see me pitfall

Raised by the streets, i can make a beat off a brick wall