This is a song about "Ghettoes"

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street

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

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

This is for the kids who live in ghettoes and their broken homes,

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

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

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

Not only from the rap game, i'm including the planet

Twenty miles from ghettoes, but they keep on saying it,

Look in the scope, my people still a target

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

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

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

And her little baby daughter really love them harry potter books