This is a song about "In ththe streets"

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

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

Believed your own hype ya the hardest bitch in the streets

But all she ever want me to do is unzip her jeans

Get blown like lawn leaves

He couldn’t have a word in streets,

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

Mini fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans

That's why i keep my pistol when i walk the streets

Hero in the streets, carnage in the sheets

But they paved a bad road so there's crack in the streets,

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

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

And it's finna give me peace, life up in these streets

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

In this industry that kicked us about in the streets