This is a song about "Run the streets"

Indeed, the flow raw just the same as my levi jeans

I bloody the seas like i bloody the streets

Coroners comfort your mama

Done grime these streets are the

Believed your own hype ya the hardest bitch in the streets

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

Hear the rappin filled within the streets

Haters eyes gettin' wide like bench seats

Mami... she open, she open

Going for the long run

Goin crazy, i might be no sleep having light dreams

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

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

I glanced seeing some haters in the streets

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

Your bitch kind of ugly but she sure fill up them jeans