This is a song about "Ghetto drugs thgs"

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

Counting 100 grand i pulled it from my last show

But i'm right back cause the fans couldn't wait though

Thats tryin to move out the ghetto

You can't leave the ghetto streets

Little more weed, first class seats

Normally talk about, snorting drugs

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

I'm dreaming to be great

In the ghetto n' threw shade.

Of having so much drugs, so much drugs

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

The dangerous imagery of ghetto thugs, heavy drugs,