This is a song about "Ghetto sorrow"

You can't leave the ghetto streets

All that ass in your jeans

What's left except drinkin', doin' drugs to drown your sorrow,

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

Lying muhfucka done nuttin for the ghetto

I just call it …remember all the dough

You are now face to face with a thorough pharaoh who be down on death row

I'm living like there's no tomorrow, ball till i fall mother fuck the sorrow

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

You can't leave the ghetto streets

Smokin just to swallow any sorrow that they wallow in

I would gasol you niggas, but i'm in no position

Hunger is the feeling, it's like pain, but it's worse than sorrow,

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

And if times of loneliness bring sorrow and dismay,

Ambition or nothing thought this would go away