This is a song about "The streets guns money love hope"

Music is done without love but is done for the money

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

And left a burden on my soul until i was old enough

There's never ever silence on the streets, understand the love,

Trap our young black seeds

Cops won't look in the streets,

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

But hates it when im in the streets makin some money

Can trust nobody on the streets

Cause after all the lights and screams

Hoping that the material possesions can materialise to a better you

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

Kush, baby mama-less; yeah no seeds

Played our beats on the streets

You can't leave the ghetto streets

Ass shots in her seven jeans