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

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Meanwhile in the ghetto the blood leaked from hanging rugs,

Liberace, john gotti, at the same damn time

Growing up was over the fence, nigga i hopped the line

Growing up in the streets was easy

Guaranteed to bleed deeply

A ghetto in the making.

Who dat, who dat? i got them saying

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good

These are al the symptoms of growing up in tha hood.

I caught a felony loving the way the guns blow

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

You know i be teasing, though

Yo i lived a life in the ghetto