This is a song about "Living on the streets"

Played our beats on the streets

Tryna kill my dreams

Absurd g, chickens clucking for bird seeds

Can trust nobody on the streets

So you finally got the nerve

Brought up on the streets at corners

Go on the dark streets alone never look back.

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets

You weak rats relax these tracks i release on the streets

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Its hard for a black man on the streets

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

I stay on the beat. like my converse walking the streets

Daddy was a kingpin, a couple milli buried

Against a new king of the streets on a fire hot streak