This is a song about "Ghetto hoe"

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

You fuck around and get killed hoe

Word, absence will make the heart grow

She said she’s from the ghetto

Hoe i'm mad ,let them boo,

South beach fountain blue

My records sell, yes sir

Than a ghetto blaster

Thats tryin to move out the ghetto

Bad bitches never loved them though

Forever young and ghetto fabulous

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

I not chasing no hoe

Ima keep that on the low

Knocking success in my chest hoe

The world looking out, they on the front row