This is a song about "Ghetto gospel"

Got some ill gold, diamonds thats still low

She said she’s from the ghetto

This shit just look like a novel

Cause his girth spreads the gospel

The gospel or scoop the message let out of the coop

Them cowboy country singers going forever recoup

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

Spending money when your wallet gets low

Forever young and ghetto fabulous

Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love

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

Real recognize real, you need some id to be noticed though

Niggas think they ghetto? well i'mma be honest,

Slow sink, can't breath, no remorse, dont think

The dangerous imagery of ghetto thugs, heavy drugs,

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups