This is a song about "The streets of gangsters"

You can't leave the ghetto streets

When you're reachin' your dreams

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

But all she ever want me to do is unzip her jeans

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

Allot of weed in the streets ...breathless

And the blouses of these bitches always end up in my house

Feels locked out his house, he's browsing the streets of south,

Played our beats on the streets

Get blown like lawn leaves

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

Only her and i knownow i'm sitten' in tha state pen

My weed and my broad exotic with no seeds

I'm tryna bring back the vibe of hip hop in the streets,

Damn, you rap shit, crying gangsters, the type of ass that

I left the city for a minute but it's still on my back