This is a song about "Streets and money"

Well, you fucking up, and truthfully i had enough

They can't take the stress and blaze the cess, streets are rough,

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

Man i carry on tradition and the essence of streets,

Let's rap together and make good beats for the streets

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

Just trying to link this music and its roots in the streets,

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

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

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust

Turn money into diamonds and gold

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

Ambitious girl, you just wanna win, and you'd rather chase your dreams

I spaz in true speech one relapse and ya naps get thrown thru out these streets//