This is a song about "Old streets"

Black woman you cold

Then those bitches who grew old.

Thirteen years old and know about the streets, hustler,

From a light-skinned girl to a dark-skinned brother

You can't leave the ghetto streets

Cause after all the lights and screams

And she throws up whatever she eats

Betta stay outta the streets

You're walking these streets,

Malcolm x, by any means

No time to plot retreats

Criminal paving these streets

Where the old people are scared to walk the streets at night

Watchin the cops roll byit ain't easy... that's right

Absurd g, chickens clucking for bird seeds

I don't slang caine on the city streets