This is a song about "A city"

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

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

And take him to a place that i'm sure we all can blow up, boom

She gott no its either work or in the city where they judge a coon

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen

Move to a city, get down with a scene, make a few friends, and lean on a dream

Rack, rack, city bitch, city bitch

Ain't nobody checking for your garbage

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

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

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass