This is a song about "Killaz in da streets"

Way too big for my my fucking jeans

Hero in the streets, carnage in the sheets

We're like broken bones, a soaking rose that's grown in the streets,

So either you dont believe in a nigga dreams

U lookin real scared in dem streets cus

Play hard to get, females get jealous

Different positions, but she still moaning the same

These rappers wanna claim, they killaz in the game

Just trying to link this music and its roots in the streets,

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

Wear dem in da sand, wear dem in da snow,

Jim chose to give his work to smash in dough

Mention me in a tweet, speak of me on the streets,

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

But not the same kind thats back in the streets.

And she throws up whatever she eats