This is a song about "The streets of gangsters"

I kept runnin through the streets

Malcolm x, by any means

So grab ya friends and let's take ya back to my house

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

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

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

Both: we both love our moms, women with grown women needs

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

Hit me up on the streets

All that ass in your jeans

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

I deserve a medal, i lap 'em every track

I'm respected from californ-i-a way down to japan

Office full gangsters, prankster never know the span

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

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