This is a song about "The steets"

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

Niggas die over shoes

From the gutter to the roof

Go where you ain't been

The bigger the the fun

As the king upon the throne

I'll whip a 750 if it's black on chrome

Endless the days, forever the nights,

Lights bulbs when wearin' that wig, flyin' kites

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

Better acknowledge i'm fienin for that spotlight, cause i'm comin for first, bout to burst,

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

To get it in, any minute, i'll be hit with a stare

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly