This is a song about "The streets of st"

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

The streets of miami

Betta stay outta the streets

Trap our young black seeds

Quit trying to be somebody's boss and be a leader

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

Streets became home to me/ like a mother to be/ the streets

To me playing in the game is worth more than the seats

Baby father bullshittin', you two don't even speak

Against a new king of the streets on a fire hot streak

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

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

More fights occurring here then the streets of cold ukraine

I am marvin with mind, but i listen to wayne

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

For the people at least in the streets thoughts of peace,