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

They say them colors must be fake

In the ghetto n' threw shade.

That's why i'm in the club like fuck it, though

Yo i lived a life in the ghetto

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

She call me all the time, i ain't no regular joe

Bunch of kids growing up learning shit the way that's hard,

Fed ain't dumb but they sittin' in the cold dark

Boostin' the cheddar, please remind me who's in the ghetto,

Then all i really want is for her to go down low

Used to clean my rolie chain with alcohol in the sink

About my son growing up without the best mom ever mentioned.

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

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