This is a song about "Rolling out the streets"

Roaming the streets wearing retro

Spending money when your wallet gets low

Moms really getting mad when i call you that

Rolling with the dopest hoes and they don't know i rap

Betta stay outta the streets

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

Of felons, killers and monsters, so revealing and honest

Your names added to my hitlist, rolling the streets like a chemist

Played our beats on the streets

Kush, baby mama-less; yeah no seeds

Your bitch suck a dick while another nigga pounds

Feels locked out his house, he's browsing the streets of south,

Put a g spot on a 8 cloud

My eyes are rolling, freaking out

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

Ain't tryin to be your god, just want to live my dreams