This is a song about "Alexander the great city state democracy"

City bread just like the rangers

They ain't say that then they wouldn't be haters

The birth pangs of democracy shout out

Never lookin for a handout

And i could see you coming home after work late

Jump jump bitch right off the empire state

Abuse the state power like bomb deploys

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

I don't slang caine on the city streets

Kush, baby mama-less; yeah no seeds

That the world's in great depression

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

And for 20-spat about the city!

God mc oh my god you gotta see