This is a song about "On the streets"

Once upon a time, i was standing on the streets

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

To me playing in the game is worth more than the seats

But that's the way it goes when you're raised on ghetto streets,

Brought up on the streets at corners

I'm important to the impostors

Trap our young black seeds

Hit me up on the streets

Against a new king of the streets on a fire hot streak

It’s me, makavelia.k.a tha don of this whole clique

For me looks good she said oh you so sweet

As i walk the streets, on the sidewalk i speak

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

You weak rats relax these tracks i release on the streets

My bitch a lady but a freak up in the sheets

Man i carry on tradition and the essence of streets,