This is a song about "Streets and money"

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

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

‘cause i manipulate your molecular structure

Thirteen years old and know about the streets, hustler,

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

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

"what you doin'?" nothin' much, would shout some other stuff

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

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

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

But hates it when im in the streets makin some money

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

She can only live for the moment

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

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

Roses grown from concrete and mean streets, not meadows,