This is a song about "Gangs in the ghetto"

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

I'd never sell crack in the ghetto and don't load chambers,

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

Our unit storms in, we split the ghetto in sectors

People in the ghetto are banging, and steady knocking domes,

At the same damn time, gettin' hit on by a couple hoes

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

Nigga, i got that dilla, premo, swizzy flow

Of being trapped with no way out are common in the ghetto,

No rims on my benz-o, just tint ho and good endo

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

Face down, ass up, ain't none of my bitches planking though

Fuck around, y'all gonna be up on the maury show

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

Listen to your friend get another man for a minute then repeat

Y'all wonder why folks in the ghetto have a hatred of heat,