This is a song about "Ghetto ratchet kids"

While you fucking with mei'm a self-made millionaire!thug livin', out of prison

While i'm stuck in this school with nothing but rich white kids thinking their ghetto 'n

You told me god was the answer

Than a ghetto blaster

I'm sick of seeing ghetto-grown kids who nearly fight to death,

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

Ebonics and the kids from the ghetto speak a language,

No coach bag if i go with that, snake skin tote that cobra clutch

Lying muhfucka done nuttin for the ghetto

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

Let's have a toast for this new love

Forever young and ghetto fabulous

They talk about the clubs and the benz and ratchet bitches,

And if you feel i'm wrong, baby you should tell me this