This is a song about "Kids on the streets"

Been on the streets for five years

Hold it..now thank you for silence

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

But that's the way it goes when you're raised on ghetto streets,

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

Witnessed my disease, spit lonely on the streets, wolf on the beat,

Man i carry on tradition and the essence of streets,

My bitch a lady but a freak up in the sheets

There's never ever silence on the streets, understand the love,

And i love your brain but i think i'll never know enough

Once upon a time, i was standing on the streets

So either you dont believe in a nigga dreams

Trynna scavenge on the streets for some trashy dinner

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

Broken streets, kids dream of me in the slums