This is a song about "Living in the streets"

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Growing up in the streets was easy

Hero in the streets, carnage in the sheets

That's why i keep my pistol when i walk the streets

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

Believed your own hype ya the hardest bitch in the streets

Not a whack job that packs crack rocks in the streets

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

It's hard to find good honest work that pays in the streets,

My weed and my broad exotic with no seeds

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

A hundred more sluts in the sea each one be flooding the streets

I was born to do the damn thing

As the pharoah in the barrow living

Living in the matrix

Got racks, ain’t talking tits