This is a song about "Ghetto kids"

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

Me and my pupils is mutual they not focused as me though

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

Annihilatin' those, i'm rakin' but makin' dough

Get blown like lawn leaves

You can't leave the ghetto streets

Not just for new orleans, i do this for every ghetto,

And my bitch is the type of bitch that's all about that dough

Yo i lived a life in the ghetto

Wale dc said we on joe

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

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

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

On our dgk deck cause we dirty ghetto kids

And i still banging in that ghetto zone

I'm winning cause ricky made my mistakes known