This is a song about "Popo in the streets"

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

That you allow me to work it 'til you know what your actual worth means

I wouldn't fuck another girl out of the club

The popo aint numbered yet, my mind still backed up

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

Both: we both love our moms, women with grown women needs

Kush, baby mama-less; yeah no seeds

My heart sank when my bro was shot in the streets,

Rolling in more green than a hole in one

Marching in the streets singing " we shall overcome"/

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

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

But not the same kind thats back in the streets.

Haters eyes gettin' wide like bench seats

Kids in a daze because the drug filled streets

So either you dont believe in a nigga dreams