This is a song about "The ghetto"

My money fourth and long, but you do not get to throw

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

The ghetto misery, shootouts and liquor stores

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

Walk with heat cause talk is cheap

It looks like the ghetto has us beat

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

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

Fags, lesbos, tryna rap in the ghetto,

Nigga, i got that dilla, premo, swizzy flow

No rims on my benz-o, just tint ho and good endo

His dick ain't narrow, comin straight from the ghetto

I caught a felony loving the way the guns blow

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