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

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

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

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

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

To me playing in the game is worth more than the seats

Toss a nervous laugh in shes plays in the streets

I glanced seeing some haters in the streets

My weed and my broad exotic with no seeds

I was taught to act my shoe size, never my age

I sit on the stage, no rows at my shows, i live in a cage,

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

I mean eddie murphy, swang, gettin' married

Back then i live in the urbane

Then we cut, look how she say my name

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

Once upon a time, i was standing on the streets