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

But they paved a bad road so there's crack in the streets,

My weed and my broad exotic with no seeds

Growing up in the streets was easy

Once as a slave who imagined being free

A hundred more sluts in the sea each one be flooding the streets

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

Cause after all the lights and screams

Cops won't look in the streets,

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

Story of cudi, nigga getting out my dreams

Hero in the streets, carnage in the sheets

Absurd g, chickens clucking for bird seeds

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

In this industry that kicked us about in the streets