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

Cause see way back, i thought to fuck with you was impossible

But the blessing was in the struggle, hope was merging through the rubble

And be you, that's when it sounds beautiful

Three in the air for the people who struggle

Kids in a daze because the drug filled streets

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

Watch a nigga snap back, dead in the streets

Spit selvage my nigga, it's in my jeans

Mention me in a tweet, speak of me on the streets,

Absurd g, chickens clucking for bird seeds

Cops won't look in the streets,

Get blown like lawn leaves

Every since then our whole city been horrible

It's unfair, your unaware of the daily struggle,

Forget these troubles, war raging in the streets

And she throws up whatever she eats