This is a song about "Ghettoes"

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

And placed the fiends inside of the ghettoes, it's a stampede

Growin' up in poverty in ghettoes with the caskets closed,

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

From ghettoes and broken homes, we're roses grown from concrete,

Your bitch fuck us up: every nigga that she meet

And you can check my stats cuz worldwide they attesting to that

People in those ghettoes are still victims of the racist cop shit,

Even though ghettoes and hoods are part of the local past,

But still i'm having memories of high speed when the cops crashed

I do this shit for ghettoes and those 'hoods and kids from broken homes,

Because now a nigga hot enough to fuck with one of satan' hoes

Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof

Because of drugs that have taken over our ghettoes and hoods,