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

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

Not living in the stars with an angel in your bedding,

Bitches ain't around one thou

We're living in the now

Marching in the streets singing " we shall overcome"/

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

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

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

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

Ain't tryin to be your god, just want to live my dreams

Your bitch kind of ugly but she sure fill up them jeans

Baby daddy in the streets playin ball in new sneaks

Growing up in the streets was easy

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

But they paved a bad road so there's crack in the streets,

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves