This is a song about "Life in the ghetto"

Chasing for the wind but you never win the track meet

Y'all wonder why folks in the ghetto have a hatred of heat,

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

Grew up in both the ghetto n the boondocks

Meanwhile in the ghetto the blood leaked from hanging rugs,

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

Make all the bitches fiend, how to live in the ghetto,

She drop it low and then she bust moves for the fellow

A ghetto in the making.

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

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

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

Its a cold night, life in the ghetto isn't so nice

She said to love a bitch is to roll the dice

She probably had a reason though

Fags, lesbos, tryna rap in the ghetto,