This is a song about "Ma ghetto"

Baby got that super bass

Cause i ‘ma smack your trash

Ma wars over but ma stress disorder still haunts me without closure

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Fags, lesbos, tryna rap in the ghetto,

And you make the flowers sing say turn green yellow

Dis is ma essence, ma presence yow sentence

Different stage, switching paces like i'm shifting strings

Not just for new orleans, i do this for every ghetto,

Ok, you probably think i get ‘em all with the cash flow

She acting all extra

Isabella, ma bella