This is a song about "Ghetto lifestyle"

Kush, baby mama-less; yeah no seeds

You can't leave the ghetto streets

This type of lifestyle that one simulates

For the occasion, paper planes

In the front row at a holy justin bieber show

Lying muhfucka done nuttin for the ghetto

She said she’s from the ghetto

Yeah, now here's the memo

Tryna kill my dreams

You can't leave the ghetto streets

Yo i lived a life in the ghetto

And ya section know when any day tecs could blow

Get off a key like i can’t sing

A ghetto in the making.

All i see is don’t change, don’t switch up your style

They can’t do much, they grew up seein’ that lifestyle,