This is a song about "In ththe streets"

So either you dont believe in a nigga dreams

I glanced seeing some haters in the streets

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

Convicts in streets slangin' dope smokin' weed

But world is really cold,in this streets

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

My weed and my broad exotic with no seeds

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

My name's kingpin slim and i'mma son of a gun

Marching in the streets singing " we shall overcome"/

To me playing in the game is worth more than the seats

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

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

Shit ain't always wat it seemsi put that on everything no sleep having light dreams

Spit selvage my nigga, it's in my jeans

Not a whack job that packs crack rocks in the streets