This is a song about "Children of the ghetto"

Nail them to a cross in front of their damn children

Callin' these bitches cuz bitches ain't even women

Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't going to be shit

The false bravado of a ghetto robin from the hood its classic

Two of her friends strip she never judge them though

Yo i lived a life in the ghetto

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

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

Fags, lesbos, tryna rap in the ghetto,

Witnessing what i did for d.c. though

Screams,i thought we killed em,thank god he didn't the thought of children

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

The dangerous imagery of ghetto thugs, heavy drugs,

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

And throw up the diamond sign, boy you know i'mma shine

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.