This is a song about "Living in the streets in th 1950s"

Mention me in a tweet, speak of me on the streets,

So either you dont believe in a nigga dreams

Living in the matrix

They bringing me fish and chips

Growing up in the streets was easy

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

But not the same kind thats back in the streets.

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Not a whack job that packs crack rocks in the streets

Goin crazy, i might be no sleep having light dreams

We're living in the now

When they know how

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

I glanced seeing some haters in the streets

We living in the 21st century

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free