This is a song about "Weed and the streets"

Are tearin' at the system, they released dogs and streets' police,

Niggas fightin 'cross the whole planet, so it could never be peace

Let's rap together and make good beats for the streets

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

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

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

Runnin' up all the streets and bogs

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Thirteen years old and know about the streets, hustler,

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

They can't take the stress and blaze the cess, streets are rough,

Cause i can bring you to your dreams like jesus

Way too big for my my fucking jeans

Played our beats on the streets

The city streets - bars, clubbing and cars rushing at sickly speeds

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