This is a song about "Streets money gangs"

I kept runnin through the streets

Cause after all the lights and screams

In that pretty red dress, let's dance

Kidnapping girls, killing niggas for gangs

Hit me up on the streets

Malcolm x, by any means

You can't leave the ghetto streets

Ass shots in her seven jeans

Trap our young black seeds

Played our beats on the streets

Cops won't look in the streets,

No time to plot retreats

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

I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket

With all these hogs in the game no room for you in here

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