This is a song about "Streets in the night"

Believed your own hype ya the hardest bitch in the streets

Indeed, the flow raw just the same as my levi jeans

Growing up in the streets was easy

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

Cause the streets leave you in pain

Blow trees like a hurricane

Mini fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans

Not a whack job that packs crack rocks in the streets

Car with no limit what

Braggin in the night club,

I'm tryna bring back the vibe of hip hop in the streets,

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

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

But not the same kind thats back in the streets.

'face said "the world is mine" but he lied

A man drove through the streets 3 oclock at night