This is a song about "Life in the streets"

And all the nerds claim that they in the streets

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

Toss a nervous laugh in shes plays in the streets

Story of cudi, nigga getting out my dreams

My heart sank when my bro was shot in the streets,

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

It's hard to find good honest work that pays in the streets,

Just trying to link this music and its roots in the streets,

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

Goin crazy, i might be no sleep having light dreams

I'm tryna bring back the vibe of hip hop in the streets,

My bitch a lady but a freak up in the sheets

And it's finna give me peace, life up in these streets

Not a whack job that packs crack rocks in the streets

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