This is a song about "Streets"

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

Ok, chief-in on whatever on another level

But world is really cold,in this streets

My weed and my broad exotic with no seeds

Government changed my life to the streets

Spit selvage my nigga, it's in my jeans

A criminal grind nigga

Done grime these streets are the

Little more weed, first class seats

I kept runnin through the streets

The streets are littered with millers

That's why i here whispers

Hear the rappin filled within the streets

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

Patroling the streets at night,

Killa never let the drama slide