This is a song about "The ghetto"

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

Thats tryin to move out the ghetto

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

Ok, polo with no horse though, d.c. well of course though

See i'm influenced by the ghetto you ruined

I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt

Scarface, say i got that montana flow

Fags, lesbos, tryna rap in the ghetto,

Flexing metal to the pedal with the ghetto behind,

I'm the trill og and i be out here on the grind

The ghetto i'm embracin', theoretical conversation,

Scramble like randall if john randle was trynna get him

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

Made in the underworld where the ghetto girls creep

Little more weed, first class seats

You can't leave the ghetto streets