This is a song about "The streets"

Flow is cold from the city streets

Cause after all the lights and screams

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

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

With business hoes an college strippers

The streets are littered with millers

When you're reachin' your dreams

Hit me up on the streets

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

You can't leave the ghetto streets

Absurd g, chickens clucking for bird seeds

Forget these troubles, war raging in the streets

Thug for life nigga

Done grime these streets are the

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

I stay on the beat. like my converse walking the streets