This is a song about "Run the streets"

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

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

Trap our young black seeds

Played our beats on the streets

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

Forget these troubles, war raging in the streets

Roaming the streets wearing retro

Bad bitches never loved them though

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

Story of cudi, nigga getting out my dreams

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

Cops won't look in the streets,

Kush, baby mama-less; yeah no seeds

Can trust nobody on the streets

But girl you got me open

Going for the long run