This is a song about "Streets and money"

And all the nerds claim that they in the streets

Mini fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans

That you allow me to work it 'til you know what your actual worth means

The cia would plot to sell the crack, and flooded the streets,

The city streets - bars, clubbing and cars rushing at sickly speeds

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

Thirteen years old and know about the streets, hustler,

I got that same hunger, rock-a-fella chain hunger

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Fuck 2dopeboyz and nahright, shout out to hype track

And then the cia come and they flood the streets with crack,

And i drop top off in a hot cold

Turn money into diamonds and gold