This is a song about "Starting from street"

Get off of my feet, and then i got these punks from my old street

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

I keep my money neat

Now we all in the street

After lebron, i'm what's next

It’s starting to make sense

No it ain't easy

Starting blowing breezy

I'm starting to seem fine,

At the same damn time

That i'm starting to lose it

You, you, you have to pay for that

And when the smoke clears don’t you dare ask who could

Taking it back to to the same street from my childhood

Im starting to seem okay,

So close i could give flip a play