This is a song about "Too deep in the streets"

Both: we both love our moms, women with grown women needs

In this industry that kicked us about in the streets

And all the nerds claim that they in the streets

Absurd g, chickens clucking for bird seeds

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

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

Forget these troubles, war raging in the streets

Spit selvage my nigga, it's in my jeans

Just trying to link this music and its roots in the streets,

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets

Story of cudi, nigga getting out my dreams

Watch a nigga snap back, dead in the streets

It's hard to find good honest work that pays in the streets,

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

And you can't just retreat because you're in far too deep,

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep