This is a song about "The streets"

Absurd g, chickens clucking for bird seeds

I bloody the seas like i bloody the streets

Malcolm x, by any means

Played our beats on the streets

But i ain’t jacking, i’m chasing dreams

I don't slang caine on the city streets

And she throws up whatever she eats

You can't leave the ghetto streets

Patroling the streets at night,

And you're, approaching me right

You can't leave the ghetto streets

Trap our young black seeds

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

Government changed my life to the streets

Hear the rappin filled within the streets

Kush, baby mama-less; yeah no seeds