This is a song about "Ghetto sorrow"

Fags, lesbos, tryna rap in the ghetto,

That's why i'm in the club like fuck it, though

The ghetto i'm embracin', theoretical conversation,

And i be feeling like hova when y'all was sleeping on him

A ghetto in the making.

Bang! bang! came from that movie ring

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

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

My money for folarin, but you do not get to throw

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

Pendants involved sorrow falling to menace

She need now, she ain't never needed love

You can't leave the ghetto streets

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

I can teach you all the sounds of love

Why wrongful sorrow is felt for his victims,