This is a song about "On the streets"

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

Story of cudi, nigga getting out my dreams

Pack a bad bitch then i pass it to my nigga meek

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

Stepped out on her and she love a nigga still

On the streets this kid ain't afraid to kill

Coughing phlegm on the streets as history repeats

Your bitch kind of ugly but she sure fill up them jeans

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

There's never ever silence on the streets, understand the love,

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete

As i walk the streets, on the sidewalk i speak

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

But all she ever want me to do is unzip her jeans

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

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep