This is a song about "Surviving in the ghetto"

Pack a bad bitch then i pass it to my nigga meek

Made in the underworld where the ghetto girls creep

I’m starring in this bitch and yeah i write the show

Boostin' the cheddar, please remind me who's in the ghetto,

Who listens to rock n roll,who raps and lives in the ghetto

Money got me pulling strings, i got that geppetto dough

Y'all wonder why folks in the ghetto have a hatred of heat,

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

Ran outside to see the big show

Yo i lived a life in the ghetto

Me and my pupils is mutual they not focused as me though

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

Feel like the only rapper that look at you with no trouble

Surviving the struggle, as i'm maintaining in the rotten jungle//

We gon' rep the city of folarin straight, that bait

Surviving in the cold takes more than the heat of rage and hate,