This is a song about "Ghetto niggas"

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

Sent away in the box, locked at the top of the ghetto,

She insecure with her body so she like fuck it though

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

Than a ghetto blaster

Well, that's what you are

A ghetto in the making.

Don't want to be the king

Fags, lesbos, tryna rap in the ghetto,

Counting 100 grand i pulled it from my last show

Shout out to joe and chris, it's a.p on my wrist

Niggas think they ghetto? well i'mma be honest,

You know i be teasing, though

Thats tryin to move out the ghetto