This is a song about "A city"

City on my hat, so fly they need a charter

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

I love my city, fine girls, big tittys, suck a dick for fifty,

I ain't superstitious i make all these broads split my pole

Then i woke up in a city, where the population match the death toll

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

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

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

So i proceed to make gs, eternally in my mission

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

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

Real recognize real, real women dont know you

Yeah we pity few in a city queue