This is a song about "Niggas in the ghetto"

So in the mean time, keep it moving or accept that

So many people in the ghetto got them levitated,

Me and my pupils is mutual they not focused as me though

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

Play this shit while you contemplate

In the ghetto n' threw shade.

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

//do this for the poor in the ghetto, the abused women

Psycho, maestro, orchestrate the life with the right flow

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

People in the ghetto are banging, and steady knocking domes,

Though i know a couple niggas tryna hem my long jeans joe

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

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

Made in the underworld where the ghetto girls creep