This is a song about "Living in the streets"

To me playing in the game is worth more than the seats

Forget these troubles, war raging in the streets

Not a whack job that packs crack rocks in the streets

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

Marching in the streets singing " we shall overcome"/

Unless you eatin' pussy that smell like it's a stale plum

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

Living in the wrong places, seeing familiar faces

Allot of weed in the streets ...breathless

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

Ham ma living in the 21st century

But we be having that jersey

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

But all she ever want me to do is unzip her jeans

Dont act surprised, my ex prolly listening

As the pharoah in the barrow living