This is a song about "Ghetto"

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

And do it, for security, we gon’ make a pit a flow

Counting 100 grand i pulled it from my last show

Yo i lived a life in the ghetto

And i still banging in that ghetto zone

Drink whatever's left, kill the pussy, tombstone

I'm gettin discouraged with her

Than a ghetto blaster

I been laughed at, hated on, no one would even play my songs

The ghetto misery, shootouts and liquor stores

But shit, y'all wouldn't know that, please, you ghetto?

Nigga, i got that dilla, premo, swizzy flow

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

Know that they're corrupt, brought crack and liquor to the ghetto,

She insecure with her body so she like fuck it though

Boostin' the cheddar, please remind me who's in the ghetto,