This is a song about "Niggas in the ghetto"

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

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

I want that title but they got me fighting under card

So many people in the ghetto got them levitated,

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

And they label me king... you can come and take it back

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

You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow

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

Now i'm laying out at the delano though

Fags, lesbos, tryna rap in the ghetto,

I’m trying to go though, y’all already know though

Fags, lesbos, tryna rap in the ghetto,

Why not me the same thing

A ghetto in the making.