This is a song about "Life on the streets"

Your bitch fuck us up: every nigga that she meet

Oh, did i knock them on the streets, line them up neat

Malcolm x, by any means

Played our beats on the streets

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

Man i carry on tradition and the essence of streets,

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

Its hard for a black man on the streets

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

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

Ain't tryin to be your god, just want to live my dreams

Once upon a time, i was standing on the streets

Brought up on the streets at corners

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

Can't find no one to watch her kids, so she pay her sister

Trynna scavenge on the streets for some trashy dinner