This is a song about "Surviving in the ghetto"

I'm just saying, i ain't bitching though

Fags, lesbos, tryna rap in the ghetto,

Look, i lost my nigga over nothing though

Fags, lesbos, tryna rap in the ghetto,

And attacking faster than foes can change the channel, whoa

Or just to stay under a ceilin' in the case of the ghetto

Say hello to miss thang, i forgot yo name, she yellow

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

A ghetto in the making.

I do the right thing

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

Niggas buy ringers can't pay their bill though

Beautiful music, painting pictures that be my vision

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