This is a song about "Out the ghetto"

No time to plot retreats

You can't leave the ghetto streets

The false bravado of a ghetto robin from the hood its classic

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood

Stealin' phones to call home but the line is off the hook

Fags, lesbos, tryna rap in the ghetto,

That remix flow, mocco bread, pg though

Friend or foe, niggas still can't tie the lace though

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

Tryin' to find a way out of the ghetto, searching, moving, climbin',

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

Then they'll play with mario brothers when it was duck hunt

See i'm influenced by the ghetto you ruined

Roll a nick of that lala - that's how i plays it - mellow

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