This is a song about "Life by the ghetto"

Trap our young black seeds

You can't leave the ghetto streets

Trapped by the #pipe feeling like theres nothing else to #life,

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

Is try and fail, clientele the only way to earn

There goes the light of your lantern, your life taken by saturn

And my only fear's a wedding ring

A ghetto in the making.

She said she’s from the ghetto

Heard that you alright though

Nigga fuck your role model bitch, i'm my own idol and

Influenced by how you holding the uzi, someone life in ya hand

I'm just tryna push a porsche, that's white like montana snow

Sent away in the box, locked at the top of the ghetto,

I see you just ticking my life by the moment

All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government