This is a song about "The streets"

Mini fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans

Flow is cold from the city streets

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

In this industry that kicked us about in the streets

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

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

The streets are littered with millers

Little more weed, first class seats

Hear the rappin filled within the streets

Now i'm living out my dreams

I don't slang caine on the city streets

Cause after all the lights and screams

Hit me up on the streets

Indeed, the flow raw just the same as my levi jeans

Believed your own hype ya the hardest bitch in the streets