This is a song about "The streets knew"

Flow is cold from the city streets

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

The streets are littered with millers

With business hoes an college strippers

All that ass in your jeans

You can't leave the ghetto streets

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

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

Mama made her pretty

No one knew the real me

When you're reachin' your dreams

Hit me up on the streets

Betta stay outta the streets

Ass shots in her seven jeans

Kush, baby mama-less; yeah no seeds

Can trust nobody on the streets