This is a song about "Growing up in the ghetto"

Before these motherfuckers see me sufferinbut it ain't nothin

It's growing thick skin, so trash talk stays in the bin, so it can't get in...

Of being trapped with no way out are common in the ghetto,

You know your son a asshole, but i hope you got those stacks though

We both had dreams of being great

In the ghetto n' threw shade.

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

Growing up in a middle eastern family , is the hardest thing for

Yo i lived a life in the ghetto

This shit ain't nothing new though

//do this for the poor in the ghetto, the abused women

She vying for number one, tryna be number one

Psycho, maestro, orchestrate the life with the right flow

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