This is a song about "Popo in the streets"

I'm tryna bring back the vibe of hip hop in the streets,

Goin crazy, i might be no sleep having light dreams

Not a whack job that packs crack rocks in the streets

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

I glanced seeing some haters in the streets

Spit selvage my nigga, it's in my jeans

We're like broken bones, a soaking rose that's grown in the streets,

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

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

You couldnt catch me in the streets without a ton of reefer,

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Growing up in the streets was easy

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

Absurd g, chickens clucking for bird seeds

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Forget these troubles, war raging in the streets