This is a song about "Survival in the ghetto"

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

Most determined, but with the smallest of funds to show

To keep me happy there's no limit to the things you did

So many people in the ghetto got them levitated,

They all need attention, they call me a g though

Fags, lesbos, tryna rap in the ghetto,

In the ghetto n' threw shade.

H2o flow and i don't hold gate

Used to have this white bitch, she looked like madonna though

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

I'd never sell crack in the ghetto and don't load chambers,

Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters

Meanwhile in the ghetto the blood leaked from hanging rugs,

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

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

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