This is a song about "The streets of gangsters"

I kept runnin through the streets

All that ass in your jeans

Cops won't look in the streets,

Ass shots in her seven jeans

Just fresh out of the ashes it's a detroit fucking classic from when

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

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

Cause i'm ill bitch, they couldn’t make a pill for the rap

More fights occurring here then the streets of cold ukraine

The game changed me into +a different world+ like dwayne wayne

Man i carry on tradition and the essence of streets,

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

Played our beats on the streets

Little more weed, first class seats

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

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans