This is a song about "Ghetto getting heated"

Took the van, went snatch her

Than a ghetto blaster

It's nothing but a motherfucking undefended free throw

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

Bun b, i’m underground king

A ghetto in the making.

It flew across the globe and heated the hearts like a stove

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

You never had a son, in the physical or literal

Eternally infernal heated up like a single kernel

Counting 100 grand i pulled it from my last show

Yo i lived a life in the ghetto

She said she’s from the ghetto

I'll teach you how to take it slow

You get heated im so much calmer,

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