This is a song about "The streets"

And she throws up whatever she eats

And all the nerds claim that they in the streets

All that ass in your jeans

Betta stay outta the streets

You can't leave the ghetto streets

Get blown like lawn leaves

I’m tryna be low key

The streets of miami

But they paved a bad road so there's crack in the streets,

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

Ain't tryin to be your god, just want to live my dreams

Believed your own hype ya the hardest bitch in the streets

Can trust nobody on the streets

Now i'm living out my dreams

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

Story of cudi, nigga getting out my dreams