This is a song about "Ghetto gospel"

Though i know a couple niggas tryna hem my long jeans joe

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

Where would i be without my dogs

Spreading that gospel sauce!

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,

Ferrari mikes, bitch, i’m on my car show

Lying muhfucka done nuttin for the ghetto

Thats tryin to move out the ghetto

Call me whatever joe

His dick ain't narrow, comin straight from the ghetto

I gonna take it really nice and slow

Those who wish to follow me (my ghetto gospel),

Tints ain’t legal, i ain’t ordinary people

Fags, lesbos, tryna rap in the ghetto,

But now the dough like kaiser bro