This is a song about "The streets"

So either you dont believe in a nigga dreams

Believed your own hype ya the hardest bitch in the streets

But i ain’t jacking, i’m chasing dreams

Government changed my life to the streets

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

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

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

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

Malcolm x, by any means

You can't leave the ghetto streets

Right side, right side

Patroling the streets at night,

Now hey little mama

Done grime these streets are the

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

Your bitch kind of ugly but she sure fill up them jeans