This is a song about "Ghetto philosophy"

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

You see he shows true honesty, this is his philosophy,

Now i'm self made; and i'm high paid

In the ghetto n' threw shade.

And ya section know when any day tecs could blow

Fags, lesbos, tryna rap in the ghetto,

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

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

Ass shots in her seven jeans

You can't leave the ghetto streets

I pipe in and one night her

Than a ghetto blaster

Ballin til the buzzer blow

Thats tryin to move out the ghetto

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

No associates degree but i know about philosophy,