This is a song about "Ghetto caillou"

Don't want to be the king

A ghetto in the making.

Make all the bitches fiend, how to live in the ghetto,

A nigga ghost every time youngin on the flow

Shout outs to my philly hoes, told her drop that eagle low

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

His dick ain't narrow, comin straight from the ghetto

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

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

Ok, polo with no horse though, d.c. well of course though

Psycho, maestro, orchestrate the life with the right flow

Lying muhfucka done nuttin for the ghetto