This is a song about "Life on the streets"

I don't slang caine on the city streets

Absurd g, chickens clucking for bird seeds

Screw a chick, go outside and give the coupe a kiss

Sleeping on the streets putting beside him some purses

Been on the streets for five years

Wish i could shed all these tears

That’s like a complacent atheist is asking for jesus

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

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

So either you dont believe in a nigga dreams

And she throws up whatever she eats

Can trust nobody on the streets

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

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons

I carry on the projects and the streets essence,