This is a song about "Bay city"

Then asking my identity

I grew up in nola city,

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

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Where the influences lay at bay,

For a perfect mother’s day

But make sure if they do see

I grew up in nola city,

Cuz i acknowledge i am far more knowledge

Rack, rack, rack city bitch, city bitch

Don’t hit my twitter, leave me alone

I thought van-city was home

We ain't come for peace, you can bend your knees and pray all day

I could ever let another thought keep me at bay