This is a song about "Run the streets"

All that ass in your jeans

Can trust nobody on the streets

Story of cudi, nigga getting out my dreams

In this industry that kicked us about in the streets

The streets of miami

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

But they paved a bad road so there's crack in the streets,

Done grime these streets are the

So when ya see me nigga

Believed your own hype ya the hardest bitch in the streets

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

Cops won't look in the streets,

Ass shots in her seven jeans

I don't slang caine on the city streets

Get grand slam fans out of they seats