This is a song about "Im a gangster i live in the streets"

Absurd g, chickens clucking for bird seeds

Once upon a time, i was standing on the streets

Im not a gangster, but i won't hesitate to let the luger clap bitch

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage

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

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

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Succeed indeed im thief in the streets, when im with a bitch its like a fatty

Chickens and waffles instead, and right back to this balling shit

It was evil, there was peace in the streets, a breathing unit,

I kept runnin through the streets

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

Spit selvage my nigga, it's in my jeans

Not a whack job that packs crack rocks in the streets