This is a song about "Im from streets"

I say, how can they compare to you, everything material

Know these streets well so im never trapped, these streets are evil

Them people, they talking

Im from that browntown (sing)

You watch your mouth around my mama you couldn't cuss mani had a down ass homie though; we ran the streets

Im not, from the streets, or the concrete, i grew up white on the rez, no allies no fleet, no peeps

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

People keep runnin from me as i walk the streets cause blood stains my shirt

From the streets my beliefs new orleans,

Look this the joint that could get me the spins

Im not even far from done

We have nothing in common