This is a song about "Wild streets"

Trap our young black seeds

Played our beats on the streets

You can't leave the ghetto streets

When you're reachin' your dreams

Criminal paving these streets

Ass shots in her seven jeans

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

To me playing in the game is worth more than the seats

This how i hear it different

Money wild i'm on the hunt

I was young and running wild,

The glare makes me hard to find

We fuck high and get wild tonight

Three times cause fate had my side

You're walking these streets,

Little more weed, first class seats