This is a song about "Living on the streets"

Deep down, i'm an emo fuckin' faggot that's depressed

On the streets all apeshit..bangin chest to chest

Hit me up on the streets

No time to plot retreats

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

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

Sleeping on the streets putting beside him some purses

I found myself losing focus at a sunday service

As i walk the streets, on the sidewalk i speak

Like you never get right? sort of like a black sheep

Penncounting pennys over tha years

Brought up on the streets at corners

Haters eyes gettin' wide like bench seats

Can trust nobody on the streets

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

I carry on the projects and the streets essence,