This is a song about "People dying on the streets"

Leavin’ cops shot, i wish people would get off the streets,

Story of cudi, nigga getting out my dreams

Hit me up on the streets

All that ass in your jeans

I said believe in your dreams

Played our beats on the streets

Absurd g, chickens clucking for bird seeds

Once upon a time, i was standing on the streets

Mention me in a tweet, speak of me on the streets,

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

It's double mg but i'm 'bout that cash money like baby

Your fucking skinnier than the bare branches on a dying tree,

But i ain’t jacking, i’m chasing dreams

Can trust nobody on the streets

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

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans