This is a song about "600gang city of greenwood"

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

They chase you a like mouse in the city of the bronx.

Henny in my cup don't need no chase

In the city of angels no one is safe

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

Rack city bitch, rack, rack, city bitch [x3]

I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope manthe grammy's and american music shows

Came back where i was raised, my city orlando,where i see a bunch of condos

I'm just saying rap's dead when i'm not here

Inner city hippy with the heart of steel

Rack, rack, rack city bitch, city bitch

Now you speaking my language

Unify them, mob through, take over and

Who came from the city of casa grande

In the "city of lights", it's hard to see clear

Which made me have to wait like leap year