This is a song about "Ghettoes"

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

I'm cool with all these broads in here but i do not date lucaya hoes

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

I am not no homophobe, good thing i don't read the post

Before this rapping, i was trappin', getting work cheap

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

Which turned cities into ghettoes with the urban plight,

And what you wive me let me know that we'll be alright

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

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet

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

And if you got it you gettin wet, nigga bet on that

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