This is a song about "Getting out the ghetto"

I'mma do this fast or slow

Yo i lived a life in the ghetto

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

Until you harness the skill of getting out of harm's nest

Ok, polo with no horse though, d.c. well of course though

Lying muhfucka done nuttin for the ghetto

You can't leave the ghetto streets

And she throws up whatever she eats

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

Frequently hated, either that or misunderstood

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

In the front row at a holy justin bieber show

The ghetto misery, shootouts and liquor stores

With hi-tek on the score, once more, of course