This is a song about "Urban spratt"

I killed my manager with an iron

In the urban envrionemt of modern

Which turned cities into ghettoes with the urban plight,

I'll never forget, never forget the night

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

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

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

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

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

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast

So my outlook's dim and my house is eventually without any heat

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

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