This is a song about "Life on the streets"

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

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

Brought up on the streets at corners

Until the day i put 100k inside her purse

I don't slang caine on the city streets

Now i'm living out my dreams

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

Seven years old in my heart, so i'm stayin' gold

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

My bitch a lady but a freak up in the sheets

Your bitch kind of ugly but she sure fill up them jeans

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

Its hard for a black man on the streets

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

Admire your style and your physique

As i walk the streets, on the sidewalk i speak