This is a song about "Getting out the ghetto"

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

Every problem you ever had with another man i gotta face

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

And do it, for security, we gon’ make a pit a flow

Misdemeanored that twenty bag of weed

It looks like the ghetto has us beat

Fags, lesbos, tryna rap in the ghetto,

Nigga, i got that dilla, premo, swizzy flow

Keep coming up with funky ass stuff like every single day

I need to get out there soon, the cash is getting away

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

Boostin' the cheddar, please remind me who's in the ghetto,

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

Then all i really want is for her to go down low