This is a song about "Livin on the streets runnin from the police"

Livin on decks that hit the top floor

Gold chains, 24, niggas must be shinin' more

You pull up in parking lots

Runnin', runnin' from the same cops

Now i'm living out my dreams

Flow is cold from the city streets

Bottles by the case, runnin from the jakes

I rose up from the slums, made it out the flames

Played our beats on the streets

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

My future so bright i'd probably go blind before i blink twice, i ain't lying

Brother looking down from every direction, i heard the police reciting

Ass shots in her seven jeans

Can trust nobody on the streets

I kept runnin through the streets

No time to plot retreats