This is a song about "Raised by the streets"

Yesterday's paper, that's why you old news

I was raised by god so i gotta tell the truth

Goin crazy, i might be no sleep having light dreams

I glanced seeing some haters in the streets

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

Streets became home to me/ like a mother to be/ the streets

How they, play the game to bring pain to us, we're raised,

Don't take more than i can get to prevent waste

Whole lotta money, big tip i would

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

Roaming the streets wearing retro

I'm just saying, i ain't bitching though

All that ass in your jeans

Cops won't look in the streets,

I said believe in your dreams

Betta stay outta the streets