This is a song about "The streets"

But not the same kind thats back in the streets.

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

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

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

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

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

I glanced seeing some haters in the streets

My bitch a lady but a freak up in the sheets

Roaming the streets wearing retro

And yall niggas the right flow

You can't leave the ghetto streets

Kush, baby mama-less; yeah no seeds

A low life's plight

Patroling the streets at night,

Played our beats on the streets

Get grand slam fans out of they seats