This is a song about "The struggle in the streets"

In this industry that kicked us about in the streets

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

Surviving the struggle, as i'm maintaining in the rotten jungle//

We original officially the most original

We're like broken bones, a soaking rose that's grown in the streets,

Ain't tryin to be your god, just want to live my dreams

Watch a nigga snap back, dead in the streets

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

Got to the end of the tunnel

Now thats the fucking struggle

Its the struggle we got gotta

Lucky seven probably poppa

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

But not the same kind thats back in the streets.

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

Forget these troubles, war raging in the streets