This is a song about "The streets of gangsters"

Here i go again, falling in love

Broken streets, kids dream of me in the slums

The streets of miami

Let me rideuntil i get free

Hit me up on the streets

Tryna kill my dreams

I was so young, raised in the streets of fort smith, homegrown

Long before i knew the significance of a comb

Hoping that hip-hop can surface and go-go again

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

Then i will gladly go back to my emo rap

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

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

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

Put burners in the hands, of the black man

Office full gangsters, prankster never know the span