This is a song about "Ghetto kids"

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

Before you know it, she wet enough to get drowned slow

You can't leave the ghetto streets

Way too big for my my fucking jeans

Know that they're corrupt, brought crack and liquor to the ghetto,

And attacking faster than foes can change the channel, whoa

I've been fly, i'd could probably show

Yo i lived a life in the ghetto

The ghetto misery, shootouts and liquor stores

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

I'm sick of seeing ghetto-grown kids who nearly fight to death,

Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes

I'm sick of seeing ghetto-grown kids who nearly fight to death,

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

They had a hell of a run

Not some ghetto poor bitch ass villain