This is a song about "Road of the streets"

But i be like for real, just pick up that phone

I was so young, raised in the streets of fort smith, homegrown

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

Follow the yellow brick road, stroll down southern streets

Hitchhike on the side of yje road amd and act real hospitable

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

Tryna kill my dreams

Betta stay outta the streets

From the streets of nyc to clubs playing the beat

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

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

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

Who life was for music and the road

Ever since then i had no job

I said believe in your dreams

You can't leave the ghetto streets