This is a song about "Streets"

Trap our young black seeds

You're walking these streets,

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

He couldn’t have a word in streets,

Me and my dogs we on the same flight

Patroling the streets at night,

Forget these troubles, war raging in the streets

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

Government changed my life to the streets

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

Flow is cold from the city streets

Ass shots in her seven jeans

Criminal paving these streets

Way too big for my my fucking jeans

Hear the rappin filled within the streets

My weed and my broad exotic with no seeds