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

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

I glanced seeing some haters in the streets

My weed and my broad exotic with no seeds

My heart sank when my bro was shot in the streets,

No time to plot retreats

Cops won't look in the streets,

And all the nerds claim that they in the streets

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

Forget these troubles, war raging in the streets

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

We're living in the now

When they know how

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

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

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

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