This is a song about "The ghettos"

Reminisce the times and the laughter

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

The more battles the better the flows

Here they keep a rachet close

Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine

The realist in the game

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

We the motherfucking best, word to my mama

See money talk and these days

The streetz is aint the safe

I get my cake; i love hip hop

From the bottom to the top

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

And my momma keep smoking that shit

Got the passion for the music