This is a song about "Raised in the ghetto"

Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs

Meanwhile in the ghetto the blood leaked from hanging rugs,

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

Don't dietevery milla fish fridayi'm squad deep

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

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

But i just wanna know if i speak could you listen

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

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

And attacking faster than foes can change the channel, whoa

Raised in the streets , so i tell them mesa made me.

Then she on her facebook like when we finna party

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Grew up in both the ghetto n the boondocks