This is a song about "Old streets"

You're walking these streets,

Trap our young black seeds

Since i was a day old,

All this paper i fold

Cops won't look in the streets,

I said believe in your dreams

When you're reachin' your dreams

Played our beats on the streets

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

And don't think what you're old

Roaming the streets wearing retro

My liver's cold, i got the frigid flow

Where i from, it get cold

Then those bitches who grew old.

You can't leave the ghetto streets

Regular girl, celebrity dreams