This is a song about "Run the streets"

Can trust nobody on the streets

Mini fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

You can't leave the ghetto streets

Word, absence will make the heart grow

Roaming the streets wearing retro

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

When she see me on the streets, she turn around the other way and run

I glanced seeing some haters in the streets

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

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

Cops won't look in the streets,

Now i'm living out my dreams

Hit me up on the streets

Trap our young black seeds