This is a song about "Streets"

Ass shots in her seven jeans

But world is really cold,in this streets

You're walking these streets,

Trap our young black seeds

Cause after all the lights and screams

Can trust nobody on the streets

He couldn’t have a word in streets,

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

Know these streets well so im never trapped, these streets are evil

Serving gumbo with a shovel, dog i'm on another level

Flow is cold from the city streets

No time to plot retreats

All that ass in your jeans

Played our beats on the streets

I don't slang caine on the city streets

Absurd g, chickens clucking for bird seeds