This is a song about "See me on the streets"

See me on the television set, warrants everywhere

And even if i do i know my momma gon be well

Brought up on the streets at corners

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

So either you dont believe in a nigga dreams

I stay on the beat. like my converse walking the streets

Its hard for a black man on the streets

Now i'm living out my dreams

I don't slang caine on the city streets

Little more weed, first class seats

But that's the way it goes when you're raised on ghetto streets,

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

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

Can trust nobody on the streets

You weak rats relax these tracks i release on the streets

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