This is a song about "The streets of gangsters"

The life of gangsters , weirdos and drug users.

We are being wiped off the face of this earth

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

The streets of miami

But i ain’t jacking, i’m chasing dreams

I kept runnin through the streets

We in the field building muscle while you watch the house

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

Not only do i enlighten but i provide a tan

Office full gangsters, prankster never know the span

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

Man i carry on tradition and the essence of streets,

No time to plot retreats

You can't leave the ghetto streets

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

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