This is a song about "Life in the streets"

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

Believed your own hype ya the hardest bitch in the streets

Forget these troubles, war raging in the streets

Mini fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans

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

My bitch a lady but a freak up in the sheets

We're like broken bones, a soaking rose that's grown in the streets,

Goin crazy, i might be no sleep having light dreams

I glanced seeing some haters in the streets

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

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

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

Not a whack job that packs crack rocks in the streets

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

A hundred more sluts in the sea each one be flooding the streets