This is a song about "A city"

Rack, rack, city bitch, city bitch

Yeah, we get this cabbage

I got killers on my team that’ll get at you

Yeah we pity few in a city queue

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

My ass funky like a cab driver in new york city, pass the class,

See, mel made a couple milli sellin’ jesus passion

Chicago ain't your city it's just a spot that you chill in

Kill everybodythey each got a city to pick to make it our part

Come be my heroyou can take your cape offyou dont need that to save my heart