This is a song about "Move out the ghetto"

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

Though i know a couple niggas tryna hem my long jeans joe

Money got me pulling strings, i got that geppetto dough

Lying muhfucka done nuttin for the ghetto

Im just a kid tryna move out the hood

And i don't cook much but i'm tough with that phone book

Tmott pa palace flow, hugo boss new balance flow

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

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

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

I ain't really famous but the ladies need my picture though

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

You can't leave the ghetto streets

Tryna kill my dreams