This is a song about "Lackin on the streets"

Ain't tryin to be your god, just want to live my dreams

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

On the streets this kid ain't afraid to kill

Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets

Man i carry on tradition and the essence of streets,

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

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

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

To me playing in the game is worth more than the seats

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

Livin' off ya dreams like christina uh-milian in the front seat

I don't slang caine on the city streets

Ass shots in her seven jeans

You weak rats relax these tracks i release on the streets

Your bitch kind of ugly but she sure fill up them jeans