This is a song about "My streets"

You're walking these streets,

Tryna kill my dreams

Little more weed, first class seats

Hit me up on the streets

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

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

Ass shots in her seven jeans

You're walking these streets,

Kush, baby mama-less; yeah no seeds

Played our beats on the streets

The streets with my voice, the horse is a rolls royce,

Nigga 50 million up on these fuck boys

Criminal paving these streets

And she throws up whatever she eats

Fuck it if the streets get boring i make my own fun

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done