This is a song about "In the streets"

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

Baby daddy in the streets playin ball in new sneaks

My heart sank when my bro was shot in the streets,

My weed and my broad exotic with no seeds

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

It's hard to find good honest work that pays in the streets,

But not the same kind thats back in the streets.

Goin crazy, i might be no sleep having light dreams

Cause even though im ducking in the streets from the police

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

I came up in the streets, stay duckin' police

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

I glanced seeing some haters in the streets

Absurd g, chickens clucking for bird seeds

Just trying to link this music and its roots in the streets,

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets