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

Its hard for a black man on the streets

Cause after all the lights and screams

Been on the streets for five years

Thug shit, i keep a beamed out fifth

Played our beats on the streets

All that ass in your jeans

My weed and my broad exotic with no seeds

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

No need to trip, you can tell em that i’m cool as hell

See me on the television set, warrants everywhere

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

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

Man i carry on tradition and the essence of streets,

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

She can't know where my mother stay

You see me on the freeway