This is a song about "The streets of gangsters"

He said he needed a come up, because selling nicks' was lame

More fights occurring here then the streets of cold ukraine

Kush, baby mama-less; yeah no seeds

Played our beats on the streets

Baby father bullshittin', you two don't even speak

Against a new king of the streets on a fire hot streak

I said believe in your dreams

You can't leave the ghetto streets

That's why i shine like i does

Allot of weed in the streets ...breathless

Hit me up on the streets

Now i'm living out my dreams

Can trust nobody on the streets

Cause after all the lights and screams

Got the fridgedest temperature on my wrist again

Gangsters walkin' 'round in suits, i bring out the thug in them,