This is a song about "Ghetto boyz"

Doobies roll your booty ho alexis know the truthy, bro

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

No time to plot retreats

You can't leave the ghetto streets

So that don't even matter

Than a ghetto blaster

Simply out of this world by choice

So all your girls bet a grab ya boyz

Flapjack, ooh he bring

A ghetto in the making.

She said she’s from the ghetto

Ima keep that on the low

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

But shit, y'all wouldn't know that, please, you ghetto?

Ass shots in her seven jeans

You can't leave the ghetto streets