This is a song about "Raised in the ghetto"

But don't get it twisted, the uzi's in the lining though

Probably ain't hood, we got stress in the ghetto,

Its a cold night, life in the ghetto isn't so nice

Fuck rules, skate life, rape, write, repeat twice

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

I never change, i'm like a corpse in a coffin, six feet shit's deep

Binded between, carryin' the flag for an area that drag

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

But that's the way it goes when you're raised on ghetto streets,

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

Our unit storms in, we split the ghetto in sectors

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

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

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

But i'm in the bible like moses, read the damn book

Been bad all my life, i was raised in the hood