This is a song about "Ghetto panda"

You know your son a asshole, but i hope you got those stacks though

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

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

Know you haters is pissed hold your bladder though

Flapjack, ooh he bring

A ghetto in the making.

Even when the skies is grey, and my money was low

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

She said she’s from the ghetto

People love hodgy i hate you though

Make all the bitches fiend, how to live in the ghetto,

I keep a level head, gettin high layin low

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Search signals planting a panda in ammonium