This is a song about "Half ghetto"

In the ghetto n' threw shade.

Talk sharp like a razor blade

You can't leave the ghetto streets

Now i'm living out my dreams

Speak with conviction or we shouldn't listen

Not some ghetto poor bitch ass villain

She said she’s from the ghetto

Never break, took a break though

Money got me pulling strings, i got that geppetto dough

His dick ain't narrow, comin straight from the ghetto

But i'm right back cause the fans couldn't wait though

Fags, lesbos, tryna rap in the ghetto,

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though

Not just for new orleans, i do this for every ghetto,

Me and my peeps often meet

It looks like the ghetto has us beat