This is a song about "Hard life in the ghetto"

It’s the hard knock life (x2)

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

Chromed-out mansion in paradise

The drug life, a hard life, no wife

Look, i lost my nigga over nothing though

Fags, lesbos, tryna rap in the ghetto,

And attacking faster than foes can change the channel, whoa

Those police have racial bias, they put liquor in the ghetto,

It’s the hard knock life, for us,

And when it seems that i'm hopeless

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

Meanwhile in the ghetto the blood leaked from hanging rugs,

Got my carry-on but really wish i had a pound with me though

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

You turn of your feelings when the life is hard, but you live in sweden your

They say my music knocks, so i hope it open every door