This is a song about "Ghetto kids"

They rock n rolland bring tha funk to tha whole nation

The ghetto i'm embracin', theoretical conversation,

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

With plans to reach the end even if i had to star slow

Call me whatever joe

Thats tryin to move out the ghetto

Why are the little kids having little kids

My side is all riders and your side dont buy tickets

Boostin' the cheddar, please remind me who's in the ghetto,

Cause all i really wanna do is fuck and snort blow

She self made, i'm self made

In the ghetto n' threw shade.

And i still banging in that ghetto zone

Whenever i'm through, you already on the phone

Me and my peeps often meet

It looks like the ghetto has us beat