This is a song about "The streets"

I glanced seeing some haters in the streets

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

Patroling the streets at night,

I seem to love these whips - a white

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

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

Cops won't look in the streets,

Now i'm living out my dreams

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

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

Can trust nobody on the streets

Absurd g, chickens clucking for bird seeds

The streets are littered with millers

Oldest nation on this earth

Get blown like lawn leaves

You can't leave the ghetto streets