This is a song about "Streets dreams"

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

Betta stay outta the streets

Tryna kill my dreams

You're walking these streets,

My weed and my broad exotic with no seeds

I glanced seeing some haters in the streets

In aberdeen chasing dreams

Little more weed, first class seats

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

Story of cudi, nigga getting out my dreams

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

I kept runnin through the streets

You're walking these streets,

Get blown like lawn leaves

Thinkin of the the dreams

Malcolm x, by any means