This is a song about "Strait off da streets of detroit"

It is not hard, swear to god. these niggas ain't real at all

Raised by the streets, i can make a beat off a brick wall

Now y’all better leave me alone, got license for my chrome

I was so young, raised in the streets of fort smith, homegrown

You could call me a freak, i like to get buck, buck

Pop its top off, milk leakin out da jug

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

Whether in the desert sands or the depths of detroit,

So you know i be fly, am in da league of kings.

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

Mention me in a tweet, speak of me on the streets,

Goin crazy, i might be no sleep having light dreams

But my vision has inclined to some interscope, and its home

I've been walkin' streets of chicago, yeah this shit is so capone,

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

I'm da vinci to this art, stepping on of top charts