This is a song about "Thug life in the ghetto"

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

You see the furs and pendants, austin sigoto, drop though

You're lonely and depressed you need a thug in your life

Tryna make a difference where i'm from, where you live

Meanwhile in the ghetto the blood leaked from hanging rugs,

Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs

Y'all wonder why folks in the ghetto have a hatred of heat,

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep

Dmv so we used to the waiting

A ghetto in the making.

Have they all forgot who made this golf shit hot again

Gangsters walkin' 'round in suits, i bring out the thug in them,

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

My other capo in this big-ass.. conglomerate called death row

In the ghetto n' threw shade.

If i die before i wake