This is a song about "Down in the dm"

And when you live in the ghetto, it could fall down tomorrow,

Got my carry-on but really wish i had a pound with me though

The walls crumblin' down, tumblin' down

I don't want no fucking crown

Cause i run up in them and i make their cats meow

Turn the ihome down, you're in my zone now

So if it comes down, may the best man win

Walking down the street, it's two in the morning,

I pipe in and one night her

Down in the dirt never

Cause you always seem like you're down in the dumps/

My mom is all i have so it's never meet the parents

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Who look down on the common people and spit in they faces,