This is a song about "Ghetto gospel"

You can't leave the ghetto streets

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

I’m trying to go though, y’all already know though

Fags, lesbos, tryna rap in the ghetto,

The time is waiting

A ghetto in the making.

Make all the bitches fiend, how to live in the ghetto,

She call me all the time, i ain't no regular joe

Thats tryin to move out the ghetto

Lost my nigga over nothing though

Draw it up like mr.booth, pray to jesus that gospel truth/

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

Call me whatever joe

She said she’s from the ghetto

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

Fuckin' squirrel, bet his girl still buy the tape though