This is a song about "Life on the streets"

Ass shots in her seven jeans

Played our beats on the streets

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

Can trust nobody on the streets

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

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

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

Don't dietevery milla fish fridayi'm squad deep

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

Lord, forgive me, as a kid, i used to look at niggas jealous

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

Once upon a time, i was standing on the streets

I don't slang caine on the city streets

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

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

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold