This is a song about "Surviving in the ghetto"

Real recognize real, you need some id to be noticed though

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

Our unit storms in, we split the ghetto in sectors

This what it sound like if i sent my dad letters

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start

I don't got no time to call, hope that you ain't mad though

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

And if you got it you gettin wet, nigga bet on that

So many people in the ghetto got them levitated,

My driver's out of this world, you playing bumper cars

Grew up in both the ghetto n the boondocks