This is a song about "Lackin on the streets"

It's burning slow, even though life on the streets kinda cold

Seven years old in my heart, so i'm stayin' gold

On the streets this kid ain't afraid to kill

Like a male version of lauryn hill

Brought up on the streets at corners

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

Hit me up on the streets

Trap our young black seeds

To make a peaceful world we need to end the war on the streets,

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

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep

Oh, did i knock them on the streets, line them up neat

Story of cudi, nigga getting out my dreams

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

Coughing phlegm on the streets as history repeats

We all kings, give anything to my soft queens