This is a song about "Tears of the streets"

You can't leave the ghetto streets

Trap our young black seeds

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

Got smite, 'here lies, on the fourth of july', they recite as you cried tears,

Betta stay outta the streets

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

You'll be rich in 2010 if you bought shares

Nobody could hear the tears

Played our beats on the streets

No time to plot retreats

And i'm as high as deion feet is headed to the house

Feels locked out his house, he's browsing the streets of south,

In the reflection all i see is tears

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Haters eyes gettin' wide like bench seats

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