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

And all the nerds claim that they in the streets

Absurd g, chickens clucking for bird seeds

We're living in the now

We be like chow

Watch a nigga snap back, dead in the streets

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Not a whack job that packs crack rocks in the streets

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

As the pharoah in the barrow living

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

So we can live again

Cause the streets leave you in pain

Marching in the streets singing " we shall overcome"/

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

So either you dont believe in a nigga dreams

But not the same kind thats back in the streets.