This is a song about "Money power respect in the streets"

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

Watch a nigga snap back, dead in the streets

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

Mention me in a tweet, speak of me on the streets,

Believed your own hype ya the hardest bitch in the streets

Your bitch kind of ugly but she sure fill up them jeans

Cops won't look in the streets,

Trap our young black seeds

Want the title but im always fighting under card

Money, pussy, power, respect that's the shit that i want

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Forget these troubles, war raging in the streets

No money, power, or drugs,

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

But we say the names, it's changing us, money and power,

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her