This is a song about "The ghetto"

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

This just ain't no song shit, do this for my city joe

She said she’s from the ghetto

Down just so we can grow

Dmv that's on me no days off i don't sleep

It looks like the ghetto has us beat

Annihilatin' those, i'm rakin' but makin' dough

Lying muhfucka done nuttin for the ghetto

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

//do this for the poor in the ghetto, the abused women

Flexing metal to the pedal with the ghetto behind,

See there no place better than the state of my mind

The ghetto misery, shootouts and liquor stores

My father was missing, war lord oliver north

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

In the ghetto n' threw shade.