This is a song about "Ghetto sorrow"

Got ten on the floor, stop playing with flow

Yo i lived a life in the ghetto

But he don't rule a thing

A ghetto in the making.

They all need attention, they call me a g though

This moment made my dreams slowly sorrow

A bottle of tylenol and nyquil, wallow in sorrow, and spit it,

Ironic since my drive increased, my driver see the profit

Thats tryin to move out the ghetto

Where they find me, 16 on death row

Fuckin' squirrel, bet his girl still buy the tape though

Six packs, or make a sick track, wallow in sadness, sorrow,

Used to have this white bitch, she looked like madonna though

Lying muhfucka done nuttin for the ghetto

Mr. i-don't-give-a-fuck-about-you what they callin' him

The ghetto i'm embracin', theoretical conversation,