This is a song about "Ghetto disciples"

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

I told her i love that pussy, she think we a couple though

Fuck around, y'all gonna be up on the maury show

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

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

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

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

She insecure with her body so she like fuck it though

Every time she catch feelings she go throw away the gloves

Y’all talk about christ like you’re his divine disciples,

Mmg chain, lookin' like a light show

Fags, lesbos, tryna rap in the ghetto,

No rims on my benz-o, just tint ho and good endo

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