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

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

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

Forget these troubles, war raging in the streets

Haters eyes gettin' wide like bench seats

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

Just trying to link this music and its roots in the streets,

In this industry that kicked us about in the streets

Both: we both love our moms, women with grown women needs

Way too big for my my fucking jeans

But not the same kind thats back in the streets.

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

Toss a nervous laugh in shes plays in the streets

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

Hero in the streets, carnage in the sheets

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

My weed and my broad exotic with no seeds