This is a song about "Living in the streets"

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

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

In this industry that kicked us about in the streets

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

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

Now that's what you call a game

Cause the streets leave you in pain

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

Goin crazy, i might be no sleep having light dreams

Two dyke bitches while i'm filmin' them picnic, yum

Marching in the streets singing " we shall overcome"/

Allot of weed in the streets ...breathless

Cause this nigga done got jealous

Watch a nigga snap back, dead in the streets

Mini fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans