This is a song about "Wild streets"

Streets became home to me/ like a mother to be/ the streets

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

Betta stay outta the streets

Tryna kill my dreams

Kush, baby mama-less; yeah no seeds

You can't leave the ghetto streets

You little young-ass motherfuckers

New orleans, swag, wild style, foul child, suckers,

So i might be awhile, i'm wild,

Good help is hard to find

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

Played our beats on the streets

Next line underneath will explain why my lyrics are wild

Please take care of all my seeds, to my unborn child

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

You're walking these streets,