This is a song about "Houston and a girl name liyah getting money out the ghetto"

Your heart literally is what i do want for lunch

Ebonics and the kids from the ghetto speak a language,

By name, your girl is a nympho

You got that indie glow

But make sure if they do see

Getting to the money

I ain't fucking mexican, but we can have sex again

Not the money or the fame, but the writtens with my name

A ghetto in the making.

Let my angel sing

Flyer than the rest of ‘em, i hold the beat to reinforce

The ghetto misery, shootouts and liquor stores

Its a jungle out here and ima pounce on tha money

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

And i made it with that dope flow

Thats tryin to move out the ghetto