This is a song about "Making money in new york o streets"

The game and making new sounds

Hundred k in twenty-two hours

Know i had to do a jay dilla joint

Killin' all the way from new york and east detroit,

Tryna get inside your mind without that night shift

Puttin all those cali and new york jobs on my wishlist,

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

Ethnic whites in new york city, tight-knit, keep close,

Your still in your crib at home while i'm making the streets a war zone

But oh i can’t stay away, not never, your my home, home, home

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

Compared to "them" you're making baby money

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Baby daddy in the streets playin ball in new sneaks