This is a song about "Surviving in the ghetto"

Those police have racial bias, they put liquor in the ghetto,

Money got me pulling strings, i got that geppetto dough

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

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

Make all the bitches fiend, how to live in the ghetto,

I'm an odd fellow, the opposite of mellow

Grew up in both the ghetto n the boondocks

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

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

Doobies roll your booty ho alexis know the truthy, bro

You see the furs and pendants, austin sigoto, drop though

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

Everyday i'm from the ghetto, put y'all in a body bag,

Gods words all cursed like crackshai-tan's way of gettin us back

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

Fags, lesbos, tryna rap in the ghetto,