This is a song about "New york ghetto"

I'm from the tin shacks where mishaps get fixed fast

My rhymes, new york states of minds, lyrical crimes, in fact

Fags, lesbos, tryna rap in the ghetto,

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

New york rules, can't tell me nothin' in the game,

Don’t want nothing from a nigga; he all kinds of lame

All that ass in your jeans

You can't leave the ghetto streets

Word, absence will make the heart grow

She said she’s from the ghetto

Seen the how-to video now he on point

Killin' all the way from new york and east detroit,

It sucks that i didn't get the chance to say hello

Lying muhfucka done nuttin for the ghetto

King of new york, yo i'm already there

Turn around and then you flip your hair