This is a song about "From the ghetto"

Ebonics and the kids from the ghetto speak a language,

I coulda sworn that budweiser can read fruit punch

Hollow tip dum-dums eat flesh like piranhas though

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

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

Shout outs to my philly hoes, told her drop that eagle low

That remix flow, mocco bread, pg though

She said she’s from the ghetto

You can't leave the ghetto streets

Way too big for my my fucking jeans

You can't leave the ghetto streets

Get blown like lawn leaves

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

Go toe to toe when it's time for roll you got a brother's back

I started from lil' ghetto deals,now i'm a big hoodlum

Get your revenue popping before you ever do talk on them