This is a song about "Ghetto caillou"

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

Bitch i'm dope but my pipe is so yellow

Fags, lesbos, tryna rap in the ghetto,

I keep a level head, gettin high layin low

The ghetto misery, shootouts and liquor stores

I'm singin poems for supporters of my songs

Not some ghetto poor bitch ass villain

So the ones eye has freak don't run

Fags, lesbos, tryna rap in the ghetto,

I gonna take it really nice and slow

She insecure with her body so she like fuck it though

Not just for new orleans, i do this for every ghetto,

My nigga for life though

Thats tryin to move out the ghetto

Malcolm x, by any means

You can't leave the ghetto streets