This is a song about "Ghetto life"

My money for folarin, but you do not get to throw

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

His dick ain't narrow, comin straight from the ghetto

Two of her friends strip she never judge them though

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

Doobies roll your booty ho alexis know the truthy, bro

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

A ghetto in the making.

You can't leave the ghetto streets

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

Now it'll cost you 30 racks to get a verse cheap

It looks like the ghetto has us beat