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

Story of cudi, nigga getting out my dreams

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

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

And all the nerds claim that they in the streets

Goin crazy, i might be no sleep having light dreams

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

Chasing them checks, nike work

Got em deep in the dirt

Wale folarin somethin they can't ever smoke

And in beef you'll agree with it too, leavin' the streets beast mode

Believed your own hype ya the hardest bitch in the streets

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

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

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

But not the same kind thats back in the streets.

Absurd g, chickens clucking for bird seeds