This is a song about "Streets money gangs"

Music is money, money isn't music

And if i'm down with this banging shit

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

So either you dont believe in a nigga dreams

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

Oh he was shot by other gangs/

Patroling the streets at night,

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

I said believe in your dreams

I kept runnin through the streets

You're walking these streets,

Tryna kill my dreams

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

Phone home shawty you know you a brother out of here

You're walking these streets,

Cause after all the lights and screams