This is a song about "Streets talking to me"

Trying to keep ya lil' boy out the streets.

Kush, baby mama-less; yeah no seeds

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

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

See the streets to me is more like a mathematical figure,

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Government changed my life to the streets

Way too big for my my fucking jeans

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

So what? you're just going to stop talking to me

Look at me left foot right foot through these streets

So either you dont believe in a nigga dreams

Your bitch kind of ugly but she sure fill up them jeans

If you see these motherfuckers trying to take the streets

Ferrari mikes, bitch, i’m on my car show

Are you talking to me, if so call me deniro