This is a song about "Ghetto caillou"

Born alone, work alone, die alone

And i still banging in that ghetto zone

Yeah, i got philippe chow flow

Thats tryin to move out the ghetto

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

In the ghetto n' threw shade.

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

Though i know a couple niggas tryna hem my long jeans joe

You can't leave the ghetto streets

Way too big for my my fucking jeans

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

The ghetto misery, shootouts and liquor stores

Fags, lesbos, tryna rap in the ghetto,

People love hodgy i hate you though

I caught a felony loving the way the guns blow

Lying muhfucka done nuttin for the ghetto