This is a song about "Bay city"

Rack city bitch, rack, rack, city bitch [x3]

Convertibles with turbo jets

Just so i keep all your fears at bay

Reading shit my critics say

Trying to give them light and a message

Rack city bitch, rack, rack city bitch

What the feigns say, few roaches you need spray

Where the influences lay at bay,

I'm done, put the anchor in the bay

All them niggas pitch verbs, so they say

But make sure if they do see

I grew up in nola city,

I got a question for ya, little somethin to say

I could ever let another thought keep me at bay

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

I would say fuck my city