This is a song about "Living on the streets"

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

But that's the way it goes when you're raised on ghetto streets,

Witnessed my disease, spit lonely on the streets, wolf on the beat,

She tell me i got that flame, your rhymes are so deep

Haters eyes gettin' wide like bench seats

Its hard for a black man on the streets

Oh, did i knock them on the streets, line them up neat

Fulfilling voids of broke d-boys sellin' weed

Like my flow ain't cold like a new york winter

But here's the kicker, i'm living on the river

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

Played our beats on the streets

My weed and my broad exotic with no seeds

You weak rats relax these tracks i release on the streets

Coughing phlegm on the streets as history repeats

We all dream one day we kings and queens