This is a song about "Weed and the streets"

Man i carry on tradition and the essence of streets,

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

Convicts in streets slangin' dope smokin' weed

I carry on the projects and the streets essence,

So here i am at the store for some chips

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

From the weed staining and all thats remaining

And yea i should’ve seen the signs by my first quote

That you can buy the clothes and the weed to smoke

And kids from the streets, it’s their environment,

Every nigga can't dunk, some white man can jump

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

Thirteen years old and know about the streets, hustler,