This is a song about "Brok bitch"

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

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

Bullets in ya hand bitch

Trip, and then you never snitch

Uh, yea yea, turn me up a lil bit

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, finna shit,

Stop actin like a little bitch

And she stripping, go to college

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, finna kill shit,

The real muscle in the message of that

Ain't nobody checking for your garbage

Rack, rack, rack city bitch, city bitch

Now you speaking my language

For talking shit about the bitch

Hop off my dick and make a fucking sandwich

Rack city bitch, rack, rack city bitch