This is a song about "Being ghetto"

Probably ain't hood, we got stress in the ghetto,

A nigga ghost every time youngin on the flow

And ya section know when any day tecs could blow

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

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though

Boostin' the cheddar, please remind me who's in the ghetto,

Sent away in the box, locked at the top of the ghetto,

Roll a nick of that lala - that's how i plays it - mellow

Forever young and ghetto fabulous

And i need you to show me love

A ghetto in the making.

Let my angel sing

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

Yo i lived a life in the ghetto