This is a song about "Raised by the streets"

And now the bar has been raised

And i feared that my fans say i failed

Roaming the streets wearing retro

Although thought that we would grow

When you're reachin' your dreams

Played our beats on the streets

So either you dont believe in a nigga dreams

But that's the way it goes when you're raised on ghetto streets,

Raised by the streets, i can make a beat off a brick wall

That ain't hard, swear to god, these niggas ain't real at all

You can't leave the ghetto streets

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

Been bad all my life, i was raised in the hood

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

Betta stay outta the streets

All that ass in your jeans