This is a song about "My streets"

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

Hatin,’ need machine gunsall these niggas they broke boys

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

From the streets my beliefs new orleans,

See me in the streets, i be banging with my beats

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

Goin crazy, i might be no sleep having light dreams

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

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

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

Played our beats on the streets

When you're reachin' your dreams

My d & p frizest, they haven't seen the streets yet

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

Betta stay outta the streets

Regular girl, celebrity dreams