This is a song about "A city"

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have

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

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

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

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

Butterfly bow tie, made my mark like the craters on the moon

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

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

It don't matter who wins the votes, you're a kid with friends i'm sure city wide.

Til my faith start responding, and if i get no answer, just know i tried

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

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

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust

Take a city out with voice just let it erupt.