This is a song about "The ghetto"

You can't leave the ghetto streets

Ass shots in her seven jeans

With plans to reach the end even if i had to star slow

Make all the bitches fiend, how to live in the ghetto,

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

And my bitch is the type of bitch that's all about that dough

A ghetto in the making.

Get off a key like i can’t sing

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

Flexing metal to the pedal with the ghetto behind,

The ghetto misery, shootouts and liquor stores

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

That's why she in the club like fuck it, though

Fags, lesbos, tryna rap in the ghetto,

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

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