This is a song about "Life on the streets"

Can trust nobody on the streets

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

Iv been on the streets for time

Detonating when i rhyme a rhyme

Man i carry on tradition and the essence of streets,

So either you dont believe in a nigga dreams

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

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

Been on the streets for five years

Thug shit, i keep a beamed out fifth

Found something on the streets , finally this is what i need.

Of a convertible elopin' to get married

Played our beats on the streets

Malcolm x, by any means

She tell me i got that flame, your rhymes are so deep

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