This is a song about "Ghetto streets"

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

You can't leave the ghetto streets

The ghetto i'm embracin', theoretical conversation,

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

Than a ghetto blaster

Just to let you know, you are

Trap our young black seeds

You can't leave the ghetto streets

Played our beats on the streets

And she throws up whatever she eats

Dmv so we used to the waiting

A ghetto in the making.

Kush, baby mama-less; yeah no seeds

Can trust nobody on the streets