This is a song about "Survival in the ghetto"

Yo i lived a life in the ghetto

Yeah, work, fuck you niggas, pay me though

You see the furs and pendants, austin sigoto, drop though

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

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

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

People in the ghetto are banging, and steady knocking domes,

Counting 100 grand i pulled it from my last show

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

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

No rims on my benz-o, just tint ho and good endo

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

And when you live in the ghetto, it could fall down tomorrow,