This is a song about "Jamaica streets"

You can't leave the ghetto streets

Ass shots in her seven jeans

Played our beats on the streets

When you're reachin' your dreams

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

You're walking these streets,

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

Criminal paving these streets

And y'all late bitch while i'm cakin like the makeup on the geisha

Burning everything you hold sacred, kush imported from jamaica

Spit selvage my nigga, it's in my jeans

I don't slang caine on the city streets

My weed and my broad exotic with no seeds

Believed your own hype ya the hardest bitch in the streets

Get blown like lawn leaves

You can't leave the ghetto streets