This is a song about "Urban outfitters"

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

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast

In the urban envrionemt of modern

I killed my manager with an iron

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

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

Which turned cities into ghettoes with the urban plight,

They say love is the slowest form of suicide

What it means to know your momma or your father on that pipe

Yo, this music’s disrespected by those who caused the urban flight,

Cause youse a down ass bitch, and i ain't mad at cha

To this day as he roams the urban maze we call la

Ain't no nigga touching my style, it got a force field

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