This is a song about "Streets"

You can't leave the ghetto streets

Malcolm x, by any means

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

Hear the rappin filled within the streets

Know i had to do a jay dilla joint

Remebering streets you want to avoid

Played our beats on the streets

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

You're walking these streets,

Tryna kill my dreams

I don't slang caine on the city streets

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

You can't leave the ghetto streets

Kush, baby mama-less; yeah no seeds

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

Indeed, the flow raw just the same as my levi jeans