This is a song about "My streets"

Little more weed, first class seats

You can't leave the ghetto streets

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

Of a convertible elopin' to get married

Haters just hate but yet they don't know squat like a leg lift

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

Criminal paving these streets

Ass shots in her seven jeans

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

From the streets my beliefs new orleans,

Played our beats on the streets

Now i'm living out my dreams

In these streets might slowly lose my grip on sanity

Everybody watching while you touching real money

Betta stay outta the streets

Trap our young black seeds