This is a song about "Popo in the streets"

I was so young, raised in the streets of fort smith, homegrown

You cowardly-hearted, you couldn't make it on your own

Cause the streets leave you in pain

I'll never call you bitch again

Marching in the streets singing " we shall overcome"/

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

I glanced seeing some haters in the streets

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

Forget these troubles, war raging in the streets

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

Absurd g, chickens clucking for bird seeds

Toss a nervous laugh in shes plays in the streets

Spit selvage my nigga, it's in my jeans

Livin like a thief, runnin through the streets

Hero in the streets, carnage in the sheets