This is a song about "Running the streets"

I don't slang caine on the city streets

Absurd g, chickens clucking for bird seeds

Way too big for my my fucking jeans

You can't leave the ghetto streets

Goin crazy, i might be no sleep having light dreams

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

Cops won't look in the streets,

When you're reachin' your dreams

Shaolin finger jab, stab the man running

Bang! bang! came from that movie ring

Trap our young black seeds

Hit me up on the streets

All that ass in your jeans

You can't leave the ghetto streets

Which means she ain't never hear nothing

Dumbin from the lack of blood running.