This is a song about "Letter 2 the streets"

And the message of this letter was born

Cause they fear me in physical form

I don't slang caine on the city streets

Little more weed, first class seats

Hit me up on the streets

Malcolm x, by any means

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

Played our beats on the streets

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

Streets became home to me/ like a mother to be/ the streets

Roaming the streets wearing retro

Call me whatever joe

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

R.i.p to the victims reach out and take my loving letter,

Cops won't look in the streets,

All that ass in your jeans