This is a song about "The ghetto"

Y'all niggas come last, i'm first though

She said she’s from the ghetto

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

The ghetto i'm embracin', theoretical conversation,

Hit the club she drop it low

Thats tryin to move out the ghetto

The ghetto misery, shootouts and liquor stores

They rap they're ass off and don't nobody like their songs

The dangerous imagery of ghetto thugs, heavy drugs,

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete

Made in the underworld where the ghetto girls creep

It looks like the ghetto has us beat

Get wit' memotherfucker don't sleep

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

And i shall commence that i'm the truth, joe