This is a song about "Ghetto an"

In the ghetto n' threw shade.

Till i'm well-paid, bail's paid

She said it really dont matter if its real though

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

That'll drive a man, out his ghetto into an unknown land, but i got into a jam

A proper introduction is necessary when your shit is legendary, man

You can't leave the ghetto streets

And she throws up whatever she eats

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

You see the furs and pendants, austin sigoto, drop though

She said she’s from the ghetto

Get you high, keep it on the low

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

Apparentally it make you argue morethe more things you throw