This is a song about "Lonely streets"

Ass shots in her seven jeans

I kept runnin through the streets

I said believe in your dreams

You're walking these streets,

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

The one you rode when ya got lonely,

Played our beats on the streets

Get blown like lawn leaves

Happy sadness lonely

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

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

Daddy was a kingpin, a couple milli buried

You're walking these streets,

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

You a lady boss, now you fly free

And my grip told me it was lonely