This is a song about "The streets in my hustle and i been though the struggle"

I glanced seeing some haters in the streets

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

Cops won't look in the streets,

Trap our young black seeds

And in the midst of the struggle well keep your roll of quarters,

When you making a difference it's gone be haters

Toffee, pecan, licorice, boy you're so beautiful

We were losing hope, but the blessing was in the struggle

I’m starring in this bitch and yeah i write the show

And i did the video for really though

If we wasn't so original, then we'd be criminal

All the pain all the struggle, on my brain on my muzzle

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

My heart sank when my bro was shot in the streets,

See me in the streets, i be banging with my beats

To me playing in the game is worth more than the seats