This is a song about "Living in the streets"

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Ham ma living in the 21st century

Story of cudi, nigga getting out my dreams

We're like broken bones, a soaking rose that's grown in the streets,

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

Living in the wrong places, seeing familiar faces

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

Kids in a daze because the drug filled streets

You know you so pretentious

Allot of weed in the streets ...breathless

Toss a nervous laugh in shes plays in the streets

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

So either you dont believe in a nigga dreams

In this industry that kicked us about in the streets

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

I'm tryna bring back the vibe of hip hop in the streets,