This is a song about "Streets talking to me"

Little more weed, first class seats

Hit me up on the streets

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

All this hate y'all talking got me defiant

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

Take a walk with me, let me show you the streets,

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

Me on the streets to pimp me/ how fucked up is that to imprint

I walk the streets lookin' for some puss to fetch me

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

I perspire too often i require an option to retire to talking

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing