This is a song about "Raised in the ghetto"

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

How come he's not in counseling? fucka's loud while he's sound asleep

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

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though

Fags, lesbos, tryna rap in the ghetto,

Ugh, and that's gross but she love it though

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

Goin crazy, i might be no sleep having light dreams

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

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

In the ghetto n' threw shade.

Of course they all hate

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

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

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

She drop it low and then she bust moves for the fellow