This is a song about "The ghetto"

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

Me and my pupils is mutual they not focused as me though

My arsenal, makes for an awesome show

Lying muhfucka done nuttin for the ghetto

My money for folarin, but you do not get to throw

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

You can't leave the ghetto streets

Kush, baby mama-less; yeah no seeds

The dangerous imagery of ghetto thugs, heavy drugs,

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Ok, you probably think i get ‘em all with the cash flow

Those police have racial bias, they put liquor in the ghetto,

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

This shit get critical, always gotta get different one

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

A ghetto in the making.