This is a song about "Midnight streets"

Malcolm x, by any means

Played our beats on the streets

Diagnosed for seeing a ghost at midnight next to the bed.

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

You're walking these streets,

I said believe in your dreams

Remebering streets you want to avoid

Now i get laid-off, notice y'all employed

I kept runnin through the streets

No time to plot retreats

Now i'm living out my dreams

Hit me up on the streets

Betta stay outta the streets

But i ain’t jacking, i’m chasing dreams

I can smell it when i go outside

Patroling the streets at night,