This is a song about "The streets"

Talking of the gods you serve

The streets are littered with millers

You can't leave the ghetto streets

All that ass in your jeans

But they paved a bad road so there's crack in the streets,

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

Believed your own hype ya the hardest bitch in the streets

Story of cudi, nigga getting out my dreams

When you're reachin' your dreams

You can't leave the ghetto streets

Kush, baby mama-less; yeah no seeds

Played our beats on the streets

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

But all she ever want me to do is unzip her jeans

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

Played our beats on the streets