This is a song about "Motorbike racing streets"

You're walking these streets,

Little more weed, first class seats

Played our beats on the streets

Ass shots in her seven jeans

Malcolm x, by any means

I kept runnin through the streets

And if you got money man the head is amazing

I'm looking for a hiding station and my heart is racing

Tryna kill my dreams

Played our beats on the streets

I changed the station, my brain was racing, pacing crazy slow,

At times i look in the mirror to boost my fucking ego

Criminal paving these streets

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

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

Streets became home to me/ like a mother to be/ the streets