This is a song about "Life on the streets"

On the streets this kid ain't afraid to kill

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

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

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep

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

Developing cavities cause revenge is sweet

Against a new king of the streets on a fire hot streak

Been on the streets for five years

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears

Coughing phlegm on the streets as history repeats

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

Government changed my life to the streets

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

Its hard for a black man on the streets

Haters eyes gettin' wide like bench seats