This is a song about "Ghetto love"

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though

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

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

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

Effortless flow, a couple sum’n a show

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

Lying muhfucka done nuttin for the ghetto

But don't get it twisted, the uzi's in the lining though

Of being trapped with no way out are common in the ghetto,

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

Not some ghetto poor bitch ass villain

Can’t you see just how long my run

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

Apparentally it make you argue morethe more things you throw