This is a song about "Streets gangs"

Cops won't look in the streets,

When you're reachin' your dreams

You're walking these streets,

Ass shots in her seven jeans

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

Played our beats on the streets

Forget these troubles, war raging in the streets

Story of cudi, nigga getting out my dreams

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

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

And gangs with specific crews, brother against brother,

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

You're walking these streets,

Tryna kill my dreams

You can't leave the ghetto streets