This is a song about "Livin on the streets"

Kush, baby mama-less; yeah no seeds

Can trust nobody on the streets

Played our beats on the streets

Ass shots in her seven jeans

We need to fix these streets, people livin’ in the poverty,

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

So my outlook's dim and my house is eventually without any heat

Found something on the streets , finally this is what i need.

Take cee around town as if everything cheap

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

I mean eddie murphy, swang, gettin' married

As i walk the streets, on the sidewalk i speak

And i'mma show you how the south was won

Yeah i run this earth , the globe u livin on

Once upon a time, i was standing on the streets

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats