This is a song about "Ghetto caillou"

And i still banging in that ghetto zone

Mami told me son, hold your own

I’m way harder than the concrete

It looks like the ghetto has us beat

Boostin' the cheddar, please remind me who's in the ghetto,

Got my carry-on but really wish i had a pound with me though

Than a ghetto blaster

That's what rains for

Dig, these niggas is fake joe

She said she’s from the ghetto

Yo i lived a life in the ghetto

Ran outside to see the big show

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

I ain't really famous but the ladies need my picture though