This is a song about "My streets"

Witnessed my disease, spit lonely on the streets, wolf on the beat,

See, the luxury that we accustomed to, i take a smut to eat

Your names added to my hitlist, rolling the streets like a chemist

Used to clean my rolie chain with alcohol in the sink

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

I stay on the beat. like my converse walking the streets

Ass shots in her seven jeans

Hit me up on the streets

Can trust nobody on the streets

Cause after all the lights and screams

People keep runnin from me as i walk the streets cause blood stains my shirt

I'mma about to mess up all of itjust dont say another word

You're walking these streets,

When you're reachin' your dreams

Get blown like lawn leaves

Cops won't look in the streets,