This is a song about "Ghetto getting heated"

Insane, crazy, the only girl that can make time then make me stop

Im heated, so hot no red light for stop, sit staring at the time on the clock

She said she’s from the ghetto

Yeah, work, fuck you niggas, pay me though

Competition i ain't winning but admit it, i'm still in it though

In tongues my heart racing sweat dropping from my heated up skin i would go

In the ghetto n' threw shade.

Talk sharp like a razor blade

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

I'm usually a cool guy but now you got my temper heated

When you're reachin' your dreams

You can't leave the ghetto streets

She insecure with her body so she like fuck it though

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