This is a song about "The streets of st"

Nigga, you don't claim none, fan i am the teacher

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

More fights occurring here then the streets of cold ukraine

I don't toot my own horn but i'm a cold train

Betta stay outta the streets

When you're reachin' your dreams

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Hear the rappin filled within the streets

Jewish getting married in the church of st. sebastian

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

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

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

Saying 'hi' to someone in the streets only takes a shred of our effort

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

Now i'm living out my dreams

Played our beats on the streets