This is a song about "Move out the ghetto"

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

Doobies roll your booty ho alexis know the truthy, bro

One time for the 305, though

She said she’s from the ghetto

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

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

Mood constantly on the move

When they hear me rocking the groove

Where's my inhaler? i think i'm gonna puke

He's out making product move with the cops in hot pursuit,

You are now face to face with a thorough pharaoh who be down on death row

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

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

So its time to make the big move