This is a song about "The streets"

Cops won't look in the streets,

Tryna kill my dreams

And she throws up whatever she eats

You can't leave the ghetto streets

Hear the rappin filled within the streets

My weed and my broad exotic with no seeds

You can't leave the ghetto streets

Now i'm living out my dreams

The streets of miami

Hopin' that my niggas see

And all the nerds claim that they in the streets

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

Forget these troubles, war raging in the streets

My bitch a lady but a freak up in the sheets

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

Streets became home to me/ like a mother to be/ the streets