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

She tell me i got that flame, your rhymes are so deep

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

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

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

For the people at least in the streets thoughts of peace,

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

I give my heart to one broad, the others get the pipe

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

Obama trying, i'm not lyin', too many people dying

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets

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

You weak rats relax these tracks i release on the streets

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

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

My bitch a lady but a freak up in the sheets