This is a song about "Half ghetto"

My money for folarin, but you do not get to throw

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

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

You can't leave the ghetto streets

No one even know the half,

Smoke more junk while the junkies laugh

You don't even know half

Private plane tsa can kiss my ass

Fags, lesbos, tryna rap in the ghetto,

I’m trying to go though, y’all already know though

The ghetto i'm embracin', theoretical conversation,

Now me, tony, g, and tre got the keys to the nation

Shout outs to my philly hoes, told her drop that eagle low

Know that they're corrupt, brought crack and liquor to the ghetto,

Ass shots in her seven jeans

You can't leave the ghetto streets