This is a song about "My life in the street"

Fulfilling voids of broke d-boys sellin' weed

Chasin dreams to b platinum in the street

When they see me out in the street

From the back seat, back seat

To feed us, she had to blow 'em in the street

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

See, you're my best friend

Niggas in the street scared

Rolling down the street in my suv

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

No desire to spark beef, light a fire in the dark street

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead

To feed us, she had to blow 'em in the street

Don't dietevery milla fish fridayi'm squad deep

Got my j's on my feet as i'm walking down the street

Now it'll cost you 30 racks to get a verse cheap