This is a song about "Run the streets"

Believed your own hype ya the hardest bitch in the streets

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

Betta stay outta the streets

And she throws up whatever she eats

Going for the long run

They'll have to rename this one

I said believe in your dreams

You can't leave the ghetto streets

The streets are littered with millers

With business hoes an college strippers

The cia would plot to sell the crack, and flooded the streets,

But all she ever want me to do is unzip her jeans

Hear the rappin filled within the streets

Way too big for my my fucking jeans

You can't leave the ghetto streets

Get grand slam fans out of they seats