This is a song about "Life in the streets"

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

And all the nerds claim that they in the streets

In the streets ,i guess this shit is a mess

I just play my part make moves like chess

Not a whack job that packs crack rocks in the streets

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

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

Story of cudi, nigga getting out my dreams

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

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

Toss a nervous laugh in shes plays in the streets

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

My weed and my broad exotic with no seeds

Believed your own hype ya the hardest bitch in the streets

Growing up in the streets was easy

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free