This is a song about "Living on the streets"

Roll the whole mountain, now i’m on the couch bent

On the streets all apeshit..bangin chest to chest

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

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep

You weak rats relax these tracks i release on the streets

Story of cudi, nigga getting out my dreams

Mini fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans

Mention me in a tweet, speak of me on the streets,

That’s like a complacent atheist is asking for jesus

There's never ever silence on the streets, understand the love,

Once upon a time, i was standing on the streets

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

See, the luxury that we accustomed to, i take a smut to eat

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

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

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