This is a song about "The streets guns money"

Roaming the streets wearing retro

My ambition to blow

Story of cudi, nigga getting out my dreams

I glanced seeing some haters in the streets

Without the sound of guns

These chalance give me balance

Done grime these streets are the

Wale, d.c. thats me, huh

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

You can't leave the ghetto streets

Without the sound of guns

Hold it..now thank you for silence

Hear the rappin filled within the streets

Absurd g, chickens clucking for bird seeds

Cause after all the lights and screams

Played our beats on the streets