This is a song about "Walking on streets"

You're walking these streets,

Trap our young black seeds

Malcolm x, by any means

Played our beats on the streets

Indeed, the flow raw just the same as my levi jeans

But that's the way it goes when you're raised on ghetto streets,

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

I'm passing flames walking on ma feet

Check my bank account, got racks on racks

Walking to town on the tracks

Babies turn into shooters

Im walking hell, living on earth,

No time to plot retreats

You're walking these streets,

Way too big for my my fucking jeans

Its hard for a black man on the streets