This is a song about "From the ghetto"

Malcolm x, by any means

You can't leave the ghetto streets

Fags, lesbos, tryna rap in the ghetto,

And i made it with that dope flow

Ain't no nigga touching my style, it got a force field

Yo we ain't from the ghetto but we go urban at least,

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

Ebonics and the kids from the ghetto speak a language,

A ghetto in the making.

Get off a key like i can’t sing

From the get go, not from the ghetto, watched it from a distance though

Chica-go-getter from odd future, used to ride solo

Thats tryin to move out the ghetto

Niggas buy ringers can't pay their bill though

You can't leave the ghetto streets

Kush, baby mama-less; yeah no seeds