This is a song about "Lackin on the streets"

Haters eyes gettin' wide like bench seats

Coughing phlegm on the streets as history repeats

I don't slang caine on the city streets

Ass shots in her seven jeans

Get blown like lawn leaves

Hit me up on the streets

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

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

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

You walking down the block, he got shot, you are no eye witness

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

I stay on the beat. like my converse walking the streets

My bitch a lady but a freak up in the sheets

Listen to your friend get another man for a minute then repeat

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