This is a song about "Life on streets"

Man i carry on tradition and the essence of streets,

So either you dont believe in a nigga dreams

Im illegal on these beats, a killer on these streets

Goin crazy, i might be no sleep having light dreams

Iv been on the streets for time

Talk shit, take a stand in the same rhyme

So you finally got the nerve

Brought up on the streets at corners

Been on the streets for five years

I shed so many tears

As i walk the streets, on the sidewalk i speak

And everything after nautilus ain't a beat

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

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

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

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