This is a song about "Life on streets"

But i ain’t jacking, i’m chasing dreams

Played our beats on the streets

Deprived from tha streets i emphasized it hard on each beat

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

Its hard for a black man on the streets

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

Way too big for my my fucking jeans

Played our beats on the streets

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

Sleeping on the streets putting beside him some purses

Im illegal on these beats, a killer on these streets

Goin crazy, i might be no sleep having light dreams

Mention me in a tweet, speak of me on the streets,

Spit selvage my nigga, it's in my jeans

Once upon a time, i was standing on the streets

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats