This is a song about "The slums"

Yeahpour out a little liquor for your homies nigga

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

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Back to the slums packed with psycho savages and thugs

Hoes blow for me, i maestro, shit

Got the passion for the music

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

And you'll probably lose your mind tryna save face

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

No soprano, half black half white, i’m a piano

That's word to my mom

The weed into the bong

Where the ball meets the wall

Need a girl whos tryin' to ball

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

When i'm digging in her pussy, i'm never using a rubber