This is a song about "Gangs in the ghetto"

It's odd that they say that the crack kill blacks

‘cuz they choose colors of bloods and crips in gangs,

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

Africa and europe, it's a small world we truly neighbors

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

See, the luxury that we accustomed to, i take a smut to eat

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

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

Yo i lived a life in the ghetto

The world looking out, they on the front row

Or just to stay under a ceilin' in the case of the ghetto

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

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

Fuckin' squirrel, bet his girl still buy the tape though

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Our unit storms in, we split the ghetto in sectors