This is a song about "Starting from street"

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete

It's like you grew up on drug street, from jump street

But since mark put a nigga on that lily track

And people right down the street from us are still smoking crack,

Like a condom that's scuffed up, i'm the wrong one to fuck with

We went from street kid drug heads to wearing cartier sunglasses

Now we all in the street

Cause talk is cheap

For the next one to call me up talking that shit

Who's from, the other side of the street, we bury it,

Reading shit my critics say

Im starting to seem okay,

It’s starting to make sense

Wish i could shed all these tears