This is a song about "The streets of gangsters"

Hit me up in a couple days, we can try again

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

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

To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds

For everything i lost tell em i want it all back

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

Office full gangsters, prankster never know the span

It's all over now, take it like a man

Played our beats on the streets

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

Discerning gangsters see, burning bangers to sling, all of these mics happily,

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

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

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

You couldnt catch me in the streets without a ton of reefer,

I'm on my grind feeble, my music is either