This is a song about "Ma ghetto"

When you're reachin' your dreams

You can't leave the ghetto streets

Counting 100 grand i pulled it from my last show

Lying muhfucka done nuttin for the ghetto

Pay my haters not too much mind

Ma raps ma ya go blind

Right cash, pretty girls nice ass

Cause i ‘ma smack your trash

The world looking out, they on the front row

Thats tryin to move out the ghetto

But that doesn't mean to stress ma

To liberate yourself, africa

In the ghetto n' threw shade.

If i should die before i wake

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

I told her i love that pussy, she think we a couple though