This is a song about "Niggas in the ghetto"

And my bitch is the type of bitch that's all about that dough

Or just to stay under a ceilin' in the case of the ghetto

Real recognize real, you need some id to be noticed though

And when you live in the ghetto, it could fall down tomorrow,

How come he's not in counseling? fucka's loud while he's sound asleep

Y'all wonder why folks in the ghetto have a hatred of heat,

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

Boostin' the cheddar, please remind me who's in the ghetto,

A nigga ghost every time youngin on the flow

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

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

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

I'd never sell crack in the ghetto and don't load chambers,

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

Every visit to neimans, i swear don't even see a tag

Everyday i'm from the ghetto, put y'all in a body bag,