This is a song about "In ththe streets"

All that ass in your jeans

Cops won't look in the streets,

And she throws up whatever she eats

But not the same kind thats back in the streets.

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

Absurd g, chickens clucking for bird seeds

He couldn’t have a word in streets,

Malcolm x, by any means

Im in these streets im gettin paid

Those are not my dreams, i'll be straight

Watch a nigga snap back, dead in the streets

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

My weed and my broad exotic with no seeds

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

And all the nerds claim that they in the streets

Haters eyes gettin' wide like bench seats