This is a song about "The ghetto"

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

Apparentally it make you argue morethe more things you throw

The world looking out, they on the front row

Lying muhfucka done nuttin for the ghetto

Way too big for my my fucking jeans

You can't leave the ghetto streets

You can't leave the ghetto streets

I said believe in your dreams

You'd criticize the ghetto, but the devil would abuse it,

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't going to be shit

The false bravado of a ghetto robin from the hood its classic

Rappers was bullshitting, fuck it i ain't hating though

Know that they're corrupt, brought crack and liquor to the ghetto,

It looks like the ghetto has us beat

Sometimes i think, what i need