This is a song about "Ghetto panda"

They know i'm tryna get that montana dough

But shit, y'all wouldn't know that, please, you ghetto?

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

I’m trying to go though, y’all already know though

My money fourth and long, but you do not get to throw

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

Still lay low between the treble and the bass though

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

You can't leave the ghetto streets

Tryna kill my dreams

It looks like the ghetto has us beat

Misdemeanored that twenty bag of weed

Money got me pulling strings, i got that geppetto dough

Lying muhfucka done nuttin for the ghetto