This is a song about "My ghetto"

You can't leave the ghetto streets

And she throws up whatever she eats

Then all i really want is for her to go down low

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

They'll have to rename this one

Not some ghetto poor bitch ass villain

Probably ain't hood, we got stress in the ghetto,

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

You see the furs and pendants, austin sigoto, drop though

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

Than a ghetto blaster

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

Mmg chain, lookin' like a light show

Yo i lived a life in the ghetto