This is a song about "The streets life fame and hoes"

Spit selvage my nigga, it's in my jeans

Government changed my life to the streets

It's burning slow, even though life on the streets kinda cold

Seven years old in my heart, so i'm stayin' gold

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

The cia would plot to sell the crack, and flooded the streets,

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

All he wanted was the fame and good life to carry on

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

Niggas taking shots, don’t know how to aim

Even with the money and the fame

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Fuck them hoes and the cops