This is a song about "The streets"

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

You can't leave the ghetto streets

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

I don't slang caine on the city streets

I glanced seeing some haters in the streets

Absurd g, chickens clucking for bird seeds

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

Flow is cold from the city streets

Played our beats on the streets

Malcolm x, by any means

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

The cia would plot to sell the crack, and flooded the streets,

Roaming the streets wearing retro

Niggas buy ringers can't pay their bill though

Played our beats on the streets

Ass shots in her seven jeans