This is a song about "Ghetto caillou"

Not some ghetto poor bitch ass villain

My talent should take me places i've never been

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

You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow

She said she’s from the ghetto

I want to eat you out like jello

Than a ghetto blaster

You told me god was the answer

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

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

Fags, lesbos, tryna rap in the ghetto,

The world looking out, they on the front row

Sent away in the box, locked at the top of the ghetto,

And do it, for security, we gon’ make a pit a flow