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

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

Cause even though im ducking in the streets from the police

And yall niggas the right flow

Live in a villa the condo/

Mention me in a tweet, speak of me on the streets,

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

Im in these streets im gettin paid

The proverbial lemonade that i made

Ain't tryin to be your god, just want to live my dreams

Toss a nervous laugh in shes plays in the streets

Way too big for my my fucking jeans

Not a whack job that packs crack rocks in the streets

No time to plot retreats

Cops won't look in the streets,

Don't fast forward ima serve you some keys

I came up in the streets, stay duckin' police