This is a song about "A city"

I'm a little tipsy right now, imma spill more, from the same city as millard fillmore

I'm about to re-killcock it in yo earresurrect and disappearbitch i'm bigger, you small

Man i be runnin my city just like a should

And i don't cook much but i'm tough with that phone book

Straight to my partner room and let him beat it like a keyboard

Jugglin my life and this city while holdin back a demon horde

Yeah we pity few in a city queue

I'm talking ambition, i could spell it for you

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

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

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

I come from a city with more drugs than a evidence locker

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

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