This is a song about "Streets part 3"

Yo man bars part number three

Ain’t no doubt that shit is crazy

You're walking these streets,

No time to plot retreats

Cause after all the lights and screams

Hit me up on the streets

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

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

Tear you apart part by part

And by the way i'mma start

When you're reachin' your dreams

Criminal paving these streets

Played our beats on the streets

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks