This is a song about "Ghetto hood"

You can't leave the ghetto streets

Malcolm x, by any means

Lying muhfucka done nuttin for the ghetto

And i shall commence that i'm the truth, joe

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit

The false bravado of a ghetto robin from the hood its classic

Bun b, i’m underground king

A ghetto in the making.

I don't live in the hood

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

That's right bitches, i aint from the hood

This information is vital, look

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

The ghetto i'm embracin', theoretical conversation,

Smoke ? you know it taste good

I send my niggas through your hood