This is a song about "Being ghetto"

Not some ghetto poor bitch ass villain

Me and my microphone could be one

The ghetto misery, shootouts and liquor stores

My father was missing, war lord oliver north

But shit, y'all wouldn't know that, please, you ghetto?

Still lay low between the treble and the bass though

Psycho, maestro, orchestrate the life with the right flow

Of being trapped with no way out are common in the ghetto,

Cause after all the lights and screams

You can't leave the ghetto streets

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

Make all the bitches fiend, how to live in the ghetto,

Fags, lesbos, tryna rap in the ghetto,

Me? i'm wolf, you can call me tyler though

A ghetto in the making.

And this will be the song that we sing