This is a song about "From the ghetto"

But then say you're from the ghetto and you're packing pistols?

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

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

I did a little stint, shout out to the south east

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

She call me all the time, i ain't no regular joe

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

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

Everyday i'm from the ghetto, put y'all in a body bag,

I'm paramount, nigga, i am, and you can't be mad

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

Sent away in the box, locked at the top of the ghetto,

What the fuck? that's your fucking brother? i ain't with that jerkin' shit

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

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

Doobies roll your booty ho alexis know the truthy, bro