This is a song about "Pastoral ghetto"

You can't leave the ghetto streets

Get blown like lawn leaves

You know your son a asshole, but i hope you got those stacks though

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

Than a ghetto blaster

Shit i'm the the rapper

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

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

When the club gets played

In the ghetto n' threw shade.

Lying muhfucka done nuttin for the ghetto

See i wouldn’t wish success on my worst foe

And i still banging in that ghetto zone

I'm definitely in a class of my own