This is a song about "Streets politics"

Way too big for my my fucking jeans

I kept runnin through the streets

Cause after all the lights and screams

You're walking these streets,

All that ass in your jeans

Criminal paving these streets

I glanced seeing some haters in the streets

My weed and my broad exotic with no seeds

Know i had to do a jay dilla joint

Remebering streets you want to avoid

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

My parents are so poor they're disenfranchised from politics,

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Politics is like a game of chess, today's world is the modern slavery

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

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds