This is a song about "Survival in the ghetto"

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

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

European model white bitch is eating donuts

Meanwhile in the ghetto the blood leaked from hanging rugs,

Outside of popeyes eating chicken and fries

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

See girl you are stronger then the strongest drug i ever had

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

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

Of being trapped with no way out are common in the ghetto,

Our unit storms in, we split the ghetto in sectors

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

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

Doobies roll your booty ho alexis know the truthy, bro

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

This just ain't no song shit, do this for my city joe