This is a song about "Growing up in the streets in the gang life"

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

I'm tryna bring back the vibe of hip hop in the streets,

Guaranteed to bleed deeply

Growing up in the streets was easy

Haters eyes gettin' wide like bench seats

I glanced seeing some haters in the streets

Allot of weed in the streets ...breathless

I pull up in a ghost, hundred on my necklace

Believed your own hype ya the hardest bitch in the streets

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

So either you dont believe in a nigga dreams

Toss a nervous laugh in shes plays in the streets

Cops won't look in the streets,

Tryna kill my dreams

Cause the streets leave you in pain

I'll never call you bitch again