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

See with a district columbia vision

Runnin from the life we've been given

Running around the streets screaming fuck the police

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Runnin' up all the streets and bogs

Cause even though im ducking in the streets from the police

I just wanna get some head, maybe ass ‘fore i leave

Geechi on her, came back: a million chains

Bottles by the case, runnin from the jakes

Played our beats on the streets

Now i'm living out my dreams

The aftermath is y'allsi told ya last album, we need help cause we dying

Brother lookin' down from every direction, heard the police reciting

Haters eyes gettin' wide like bench seats

Can trust nobody on the streets