This is a song about "Raised in the ghetto"

Boostin' the cheddar, please remind me who's in the ghetto,

And you make the flowers sing say turn green yellow

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

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

But now that we're free, let's be gone, you got me blazing high

Raised in a masacre, im a basterd till the day i die

I'm driving in a stolen truck, and i'm probably fucking drunk

Cycle of living in the ghetto 'round that shit, live every moment

In the ghetto n' threw shade.

Who’s iller, i’ll wait

I opened my bible in search to be a better christian

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

Still lay low between the treble and the bass though

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