This is a song about "Lackin on the streets"

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

I carry on the projects and the streets essence,

Coughing phlegm on the streets as history repeats

So fuck it, i'm platinum in the streets

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

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep

I don't slang caine on the city streets

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Found something on the streets , finally this is what i need.

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

Goin crazy, i might be no sleep having light dreams

You weak rats relax these tracks i release on the streets

Hit me up on the streets

When you're reachin' your dreams

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

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