This is a song about "Urban growth and immigration"

I did a little stint, shout out to the south east

Yo we ain't from the ghetto but we go urban at least,

The projects to the urban hood, where bitches pop rocks,

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

But nah, he is quite different

Social conditioning and

A criminal grind mean hustle

And inhospitable,

And remember what i said and

I ain't trying to be ignorant

What's worse, an unsociable comedy central roaster burned by a teen during their growth spurt

And even he was afraid of bumping heads with bert, plus he didn't want his future right hand hurt.

And reminds us that the mixture of guns and puns is too urban and street

See, the luxury that we accustomed to, i take a smut to eat