This is a song about "Sex the streets poverty"

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

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

On top of me the feds, economy's poverty, gotta be the heads,

Four big bottles of water a day, two packs of marlboro reds

We need to fix these streets, people livin’ in the poverty,

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Malcolm x, by any means

Hit me up on the streets

I’m tryna be low key

Face palming poverty/

All that ass in your jeans

I kept runnin through the streets

Who will free us from the chains of poverty

Got the seven on me like vick jersey

Played our beats on the streets

Cause after all the lights and screams