This is a song about "Schenectady s ghetto"

Must be out your rabbit mind, i'm thuggin', rappin', same damn time

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

Lying muhfucka done nuttin for the ghetto

That's why she in the club like fuck it, though

But seemingly believe it though

Fags, lesbos, tryna rap in the ghetto,

The ghetto i'm embracin', theoretical conversation,

I spit that garden of game, look at the hoes on him

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

But i can't keep you baby girl i'mma confess

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

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

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

To make karma come faster than she normally will

My g"s have been handcuffed,

And bijies like im out and