This is a song about "Streets"

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

He couldn’t have a word in streets,

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

Your bitch kind of ugly but she sure fill up them jeans

Government changed my life to the streets

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

Cause after all the lights and screams

You're walking these streets,

Cops won't look in the streets,

Little more weed, first class seats

No time to plot retreats

Betta stay outta the streets

You can't leave the ghetto streets

Tryna kill my dreams

Hit me up on the streets

Get blown like lawn leaves