This is a song about "Move out the ghetto"

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

Of being trapped with no way out are common in the ghetto,

I can't wait til she find out that that's really not the case

When they say move out the way he just stood in place

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

So its time to make the big move

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

You can't leave the ghetto streets

I don't got no time to call, hope that you ain't mad though

Lying muhfucka done nuttin for the ghetto

I ain't gon chirp ya mobile phone and chase you all over town

But sometimes in the ghetto see it's hard to move it up and down,

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

Say hello to miss thang, i forgot yo name, she yellow

Way too big for my my fucking jeans

You can't leave the ghetto streets