This is a song about "Life in the ghetto"

Made in the underworld where the ghetto girls creep

Nigga fuck you cracker, i put you six feet

Or just to stay under a ceilin' in the case of the ghetto

You know your son a asshole, but i hope you got those stacks though

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

Our unit storms in, we split the ghetto in sectors

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

Wanted to jump the gun but ain't know it was loaded though

And you just wanna tell her everything she might need

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

Cycle of living in the ghetto 'round that shit, live every moment

Drinkin' hennessey and cold brewafter smokin', stopped in oakland

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

Grew up in both the ghetto n the boondocks

Meanwhile in the ghetto the blood leaked from hanging rugs,

Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs