This is a song about "Urban spratt"

Body 2 body baby, we gotta do this right

Which turned cities into ghettoes with the urban plight,

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

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

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

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,

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

Urban inner-city ghettoes, where you've never got a minute,

Chickens and waffles instead, and right back to this balling shit

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

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