This is a song about "Streets gangs"

Played our beats on the streets

Little more weed, first class seats

Obviously oakland gangs ignore this carelessly

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

I glanced seeing some haters in the streets

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Obviously oakland gangs ignore this carelessly

You can't leave the ghetto streets

But i ain’t jacking, i’m chasing dreams

No time to plot retreats

You can't leave the ghetto streets

Get blown like lawn leaves

You're walking these streets,

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

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