This is a song about "Children of the ghetto"

I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood

I bet they thought they'd never see a big gone good

I'm trying to make a profit out of living in this sini'm in the dark getting buzzed, looking for some love

Jack the rippers an amatuer compaired to me, im the killer creature children are afraid of,

Yo i lived a life in the ghetto

I’m trying to go though, y’all already know though

Attempt burglary, attempt theft you just begun

Nail them to a cross in front of their damn children

Fags, lesbos, tryna rap in the ghetto,

And ya section know when any day tecs could blow

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

All the innocent little children

Tryin' to find a way out of the ghetto, searching, moving, climbin',

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

Y'all wonder why folks in the ghetto have a hatred of heat,