This is a song about "A city of neon lights in the future which is your new home and takes place in outer space"

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth

And say it in a rhyme for the future of our youth,

Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, lying in suits

Cut up your bodies and place then in the bottom of pools

And this that raw shit, dead bodies chopped up in the sewer

And i just bought a new ray gun from the future

From where they take them old beats and turn em into news

And say it in a rhyme for the future of our youth,

And i done seen some old beefs make a bunch of news

And say it in a rhyme for the future of our youth,

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

T.i. literally wanted to shoot up the charts

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

Here's your nigga, come hear this year

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave

And a smile on your face, to be here in this place