This is a song about "Kids on the streets"

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

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

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

You weak rats relax these tracks i release on the streets

Broken streets, kids dream of me in the slums

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

Oh, i was raised by the stop sign

Iv been on the streets for time

Hit me up on the streets

Get blown like lawn leaves

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

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

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

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

Kids in a daze because the drug filled streets

My weed and my broad exotic with no seeds