This is a song about "Streets of rocky"

Oh how she love the gangstas, they love them green ones

Broken streets, kids dream of me in the slums

Take a walk of fate, stroll down southern streets (x2)

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex

I just want somebody i can see

But that just seems so damn rocky

From the streets of nyc to clubs playing the beat

Like you never did right? sort of like a black sheep

Mention me in a tweet, speak of me on the streets,

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

But that just seems so damn rocky

They say i talk like im god body

Who am i body bagging next, a$ap rocky?

Now i got visions of sippin lean with rocky gettin horizontal/

Keep it real as penitentiary steelthis ain't no freestyle battle