This is a song about "Streets part 9"

If you from the streets i feel your pain

Searching for fortune and fame

Couldn’t adapt to naps, i wear caps

Best part is you thought you had a chance

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

Government changed my life to the streets

Part of my heart beat, inside of me

So gon' and be my dealer baby

Give her that d i'm outta 8 mile

I'm glad you didn't part kurt cobain style

Damn, they wanna label me a menace

Allot of weed in the streets ...breathless

Uhh, so why ain't i go to college

But out in the streets, i aint no bitch

And it's pulling me apart a part

For the most part those blocks get bogart