This is a song about "Ghetto tales"

I told him get his 9 and run

Not some ghetto poor bitch ass villain

Than a ghetto blaster

The only time i flirt with her

It sucks that i didn't get the chance to say hello

Probably ain't hood, we got stress in the ghetto,

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

Writing beautiful tales of our adventures

Lying muhfucka done nuttin for the ghetto

Face down, ass up, ain't none of my bitches planking though

She self made, i'm self made

In the ghetto n' threw shade.

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

You can't leave the ghetto streets