This is a song about "A ghetto lad"

A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack

Everyday i'm from the ghetto, put y'all in a body bag,

I don't want it on my back

Every lad gets that

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

Rebellion and defiance makes my muthafuckin' cock hard

If only he was ghetto mans maybe we would sell a bit

Sippin then call a cab nobody know their limit

I ain't really famous but the ladies need my picture though

Live a lie don't ask me why. i wrote a letter to the ghetto,

Approach for contactcause i'm live i multiply

You're just some ghetto punk, but me, i'm a dope guy.

You're just some ghetto punk, but me, i'm a dope guy.

Revelations say you either fry or fly