This is a song about "New york ghetto"

And you cute, shorty; let's get low

She said she’s from the ghetto

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

And new york to this very day has got the best,

Bitch i'm dope but my pipe is so yellow

Yo i lived a life in the ghetto

Know i had to do a jay dilla joint

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

Just think of all the people that you knew in the past

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

My ass funky like a cab driver in new york city, pass the class,

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Got bitches in new york california and decatur

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for