This is a song about "Streets gangs"

Malcolm x, by any means

You're walking these streets,

Way too big for my my fucking jeans

Can trust nobody on the streets

I don't ever fear nothing, i'm forever here

I roll with real gangs stole 'n steal grams make a bitch squeal

Lost a couple friends, cool; nigga made a lot of fans

‘cuz they choose colors of bloods and crips in gangs,

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

Criminal paving these streets

Done grime these streets are the

Wale, d.c. thats me, huh

Drivin and typin, not payin attention, missin they next exit

Couldn't be better. i'll admit to planning this, but these gangs are all on my shit...

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

U'll get shot by gangs of cops for attempting rhino poaching