This is a song about "Mid island streets"

Took something rough and turn it to a diamond

Residin in brooklyn and long island//

You're walking these streets,

I said believe in your dreams

Kush, baby mama-less; yeah no seeds

Betta stay outta the streets

Played our beats on the streets

Cause after all the lights and screams

Shout out to mid-majors, who forget what they major

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust

And i was one of the fish in this tiny small island

Mid-drift, turn on the switch, broke but killing rappers that are rich

Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message

You're walking these streets,

Tryna kill my dreams