This is a song about "Streets of texas"

I was so young, raised in the streets of fort smith, homegrown

Paparazzi, magazines: please leave me alone

I got a shorty name texas and

I ain't trying to be ignorant

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

Against a new king of the streets on a fire hot streak

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

Absurd g, chickens clucking for bird seeds

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

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

True to the gamei claim outlaw riderswe give a fuck what they try

Got ya bitch wrapped around my necklace. flood the streets that was part of my

The streets of miami

Let me rideuntil i get free

While you pretendin, you niggas so pretentious

Indo queen from that dirty south texas browntown menace