This is a song about "Baddest in the city"

Prps cover my eight’s, uhh, lemme switch my pace

In the city of angels no one is safe

Need to recognize my status, i'm the baddest, that is certain

Wearin' nothin' but they fuckin' blast with the matchin' turban

In piss creek with rumble from your city

But times i'm so serious you think i'm silly

There's nothing he can do, he let it get away

I'm glad i met you in the city that day,

And when you know you a catch it’s hard to pass up these bitches

Im the baddest with the mic apparatus, clip this

But still baddest motherfucker in the game

I was so sincere like nas first name

She said look ma, no hands and no darling i don't dance

House and then the mini flat apartment in the city cracks,

Dark liquor 'til we busted

62. i'm the baddest kid,