This is a song about "Killaz in da streets"

I flash smiles at the mean looks

Got ma head in da books

But they paved a bad road so there's crack in the streets,

Story of cudi, nigga getting out my dreams

I don't really know what the fuck's in my cup

So wtf, i’m enemy #1 in da pub

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

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

When ya first stabbed me in da past,

The faker they shakin' my hand

Watch a nigga snap back, dead in the streets

Haters eyes gettin' wide like bench seats

Kids in a daze because the drug filled streets

Mini fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans

I diss guys to da skies for being fags in disguise

Tryna make a difference where i'm from, where you live