This is a song about "Life streets dep money working"

I am up in a booth, g-dep special deliver...

Me & mom alone every dinner

And it's finna give me peace, life up in these streets

Absurd g, chickens clucking for bird seeds

It wasn't working n' life he kept on searching,

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

I'll spit about money,life,women, i spit all kinds o' stuff

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Government changed my life to the streets

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

But hates it when im in the streets makin some money

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Story of cudi, nigga getting out my dreams

Streets became home to me/ like a mother to be/ the streets