This is a song about "Streets"

Played our beats on the streets

Little more weed, first class seats

I kept runnin through the streets

Kush, baby mama-less; yeah no seeds

No time to plot retreats

Cops won't look in the streets,

Hit me up on the streets

All that ass in your jeans

Malcolm x, by any means

You're walking these streets,

Ass shots in her seven jeans

You're walking these streets,

Now i'm living out my dreams

He couldn’t have a word in streets,

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

The streets are littered with millers