This is a song about "Queen in the streets"

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

Forget these troubles, war raging in the streets

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

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

Indeed, the flow raw just the same as my levi jeans

Just trying to link this music and its roots in the streets,

Believed your own hype ya the hardest bitch in the streets

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

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

Watch a nigga snap back, dead in the streets

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

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

Cops won't look in the streets,

Now i'm living out my dreams

Your bitch kind of ugly but she sure fill up them jeans

In this industry that kicked us about in the streets