This is a song about "Life on the streets"

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

Coughing phlegm on the streets as history repeats

All that ass in your jeans

Played our beats on the streets

Ask her address she holla saks fifth

Been on the streets for five years

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

Goin crazy, i might be no sleep having light dreams

Red berry everywhere, got puff getting jealous

There's never ever silence on the streets, understand the love,

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Trynna scavenge on the streets for some trashy dinner

Witnessed my disease, spit lonely on the streets, wolf on the beat,

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep

I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed

It's burning slow, even though life on the streets kinda cold