This is a song about "Streets part 4"

I kept runnin through the streets

Get blown like lawn leaves

Now i'm living out my dreams

You can't leave the ghetto streets

Got 4 pumps and his heart beating/

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

And it's pulling me apart a part

From the time that you stole my heart

Cops won't look in the streets,

Little more weed, first class seats

Shout 4:20, 4:20, like it's your obsession,

Catch you up on places i've been

You wife ain't shit, we g'd her

...not wanted 4 murder...

And wrote this from 4:25 to 4:30, hah

Our nation have to bow, africa