This is a song about "In ththe streets"

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

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

Both: we both love our moms, women with grown women needs

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

He couldn’t have a word in streets,

Tryna kill my dreams

But not the same kind thats back in the streets.

Kush, baby mama-less; yeah no seeds

U lookin real scared in dem streets cus

Mama always told me i’d be famous

Kids in a daze because the drug filled streets

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

I'm tryna bring back the vibe of hip hop in the streets,

Mercy is for the weak when i speak i screamafraid to sleep; i'm havin crazy dreams

Average techniques that leave you in disbelief stomp an gutted in your local streets