This is a song about "The streets of gangsters"

I never gave a fuck and that's what they love

Allot of weed in the streets ...breathless

Mention me in a tweet, speak of me on the streets,

Haters eyes gettin' wide like bench seats

Cops won't look in the streets,

Tryna kill my dreams

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

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

Man i carry on tradition and the essence of streets,

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

To witness the realest shit that's ever been told to man

Office full gangsters, prankster never know the span

Now i'm living out my dreams

Can trust nobody on the streets

Hit me up on the streets

Cause after all the lights and screams