This is a song about "Ghetto guys"

In the ghetto n' threw shade.

Of course they all hate

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

The ghetto i'm embracin', theoretical conversation,

And keep away from clients this bad guys

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

Than a ghetto blaster

Say bye bye to her

Kush, baby mama-less; yeah no seeds

You can't leave the ghetto streets

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

You know your son a asshole, but i hope you got those stacks though