This is a song about "Streets and money"

And all women who had light features, see

But hates it when im in the streets makin some money

To me playing in the game is worth more than the seats

An overdosed fucker and a hoe from the streets

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

And it's finna give me peace, life up in these streets

And kids from the streets, it’s their environment,

She can only live for the moment

Turn money into diamonds and gold

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

Look it something they can't ever see

Take my bus and bust down money

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.