This is a song about "Ghetto tales"

I don't mind if you niggas hate

In the ghetto n' threw shade.

Those police have racial bias, they put liquor in the ghetto,

Ok, you probably think i get ‘em all with the cash flow

Effortless flow, a couple sum’n a show

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

So, i'm humming a hymn while reading fairy tales by the brothers grimm

And everything on tv just a figment of imagination

I caught a felony loving the way the guns blow

Sent away in the box, locked at the top of the ghetto,

Flyer than the rest of ‘em, i hold the beat to reinforce

The ghetto misery, shootouts and liquor stores