This is a song about "In the streets"

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

But not the same kind thats back in the streets.

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

Believed your own hype ya the hardest bitch in the streets

Trap our young black seeds

Cops won't look in the streets,

Not a whack job that packs crack rocks in the streets

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

Growing up in the streets was easy

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

Sticking to the streets like convertible oil leaks

Baby daddy in the streets playin ball in new sneaks

Goin crazy, i might be no sleep having light dreams

Kids in a daze because the drug filled streets

We're like broken bones, a soaking rose that's grown in the streets,

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds