This is a song about "Love of the streets"

Get blown like lawn leaves

Cops won't look in the streets,

I was so young, raised in the streets of fort smith, homegrown

Proud of it all defensive fuck i'm rocking alone

Betta stay outta the streets

No time to plot retreats

For the love of the gameeeeee (echo)

This shit ain't nothing new though

Broken streets, kids dream of me in the slums

If y’all important, i come at you, firing poems

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

Allot of weed in the streets ...breathless

Let me rideuntil i get free

The streets of miami

You can't leave the ghetto streets

Trap our young black seeds