This is a song about "Drug dealer in the ghetto"

A ghetto in the making.

That photograph is fading

Fags, lesbos, tryna rap in the ghetto,

This is more about nothing, i'm the fucking show

My uncle pulled me to the side

Drug dealer on the right

And i ain't frontin for her

I'm the dealer your the joker/

She drop it low and then she bust moves for the fellow

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

Hangin out pickin up game, sippin cheap liquor

Of becoming a drug dealer, warm-blooded killer,

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

And i shall commence that i'm the truth, joe

Hundred running they ain't finna slow down never

Not a drug dealer, a pharmaceutical vendor