This is a song about "Ghetto bitches"

Fags, lesbos, tryna rap in the ghetto,

You see the devil is alive but he work slow

His dick ain't narrow, comin straight from the ghetto

Money got me pulling strings, i got that geppetto dough

They fasting they won't leave me ate

In the ghetto n' threw shade.

She call me all the time, i ain't no regular joe

Those police have racial bias, they put liquor in the ghetto,

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

Ferrari mikes, bitch, i’m on my car show

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

And attacking faster than foes can change the channel, whoa

Tryna kill my dreams

You can't leave the ghetto streets

The ghetto i'm embracin', theoretical conversation,

I spit that garden of game, look at the hoes on him