This is a song about "Surviving in the ghetto"

She call me all the time, i ain't no regular joe

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

A ghetto in the making.

Money ain't a thing

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

Made in the underworld where the ghetto girls creep

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

Our unit storms in, we split the ghetto in sectors

Cycle of living in the ghetto 'round that shit, live every moment

I want to tie her body up and throw her in my basement

Grew up in both the ghetto n the boondocks

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

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

And do it, for security, we gon’ make a pit a flow

You know i love my team, but they couldn't see my vision

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