This is a song about "Jamaica streets"

Remebering streets you want to avoid

Seen the how-to video now he on point

Roaming the streets wearing retro

That remix flow, mocco bread, pg though

You can't leave the ghetto streets

Little more weed, first class seats

Trap our young black seeds

Played our beats on the streets

No time to plot retreats

You're walking these streets,

Kush, baby mama-less; yeah no seeds

He couldn’t have a word in streets,

Forget these troubles, war raging in the streets

Story of cudi, nigga getting out my dreams

Streets became home to me/ like a mother to be/ the streets

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