This is a song about "Ghetto girl"

Lord knows that four door fit eight women

Not some ghetto poor bitch ass villain

And i still banging in that ghetto zone

The kings get killed very least overthrown

You got that indie glow

She said she’s from the ghetto

I caught a felony loving the way the guns blow

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

Scramble like randall if john randle was trynna get him

The ghetto i'm embracin', theoretical conversation,

Boostin' the cheddar, please remind me who's in the ghetto,

Most determined, but with the smallest of funds to show

A 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed

In the ghetto n' threw shade.