This is a song about "Struggle in the streets"

They say "black is beautiful," but ask them beautiful

Surviving the struggle, as i'm maintaining in the rotten jungle//

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

Forget these troubles, war raging in the streets

Mention me in a tweet, speak of me on the streets,

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

Both: we both love our moms, women with grown women needs

Toss a nervous laugh in shes plays in the streets

But all she ever want me to do is unzip her jeans

I'm tryna bring back the vibe of hip hop in the streets,

But not the same kind thats back in the streets.

Story of cudi, nigga getting out my dreams

We're like broken bones, a soaking rose that's grown in the streets,

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

Idolizing the struggle of italian guys in a scuffle