This is a song about "The streets of gangsters"

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

I'm one of the best who graduated from the streets of nor-folk

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

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

Man i carry on tradition and the essence of streets,

My bitch a lady but a freak up in the sheets

Bet they all will tune in, so i'mma do it bigger than

Office full gangsters, prankster never know the span

From the streets of nyc to clubs playing the beat

I'm a motherfucking beast see me in your sleep

Can trust nobody on the streets

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

Let me teach you all the sounds of love

Allot of weed in the streets ...breathless

Betta stay outta the streets

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