This is a song about "Popo in the streets"

I'm definitely in a class of my own

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

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

In this industry that kicked us about in the streets

Marching in the streets singing " we shall overcome"/

Please lord forgive me for my sins, cause here i come

The popo aint numbered yet, my mind still backed up

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

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

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

Ain't tryin to be your god, just want to live my dreams

I glanced seeing some haters in the streets

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

Watch a nigga snap back, dead in the streets

And all the nerds claim that they in the streets

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats