This is a song about "Getting out the ghetto"

They all need attention, they call me a g though

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

Lying muhfucka done nuttin for the ghetto

Hustle from regis and kelly into the late show

Shout out chicken getting chicken

Perfect 10 and lord knows that i need one

I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood

All my homies in this thang wish a nigga would

Every problem you ever had with another man i gotta face

Bow our heads, say our grace, getting out the hood is a god damn race

Shades: lv was a little dough

Fags, lesbos, tryna rap in the ghetto,

Know that they're corrupt, brought crack and liquor to the ghetto,

In the front row at a holy justin bieber show

You can't leave the ghetto streets

Ass shots in her seven jeans