This is a song about "Broken city"

I grew up in nola city,

I’m tryna be low key

What them tippers don't see

I grew up in nola city,

Reopened my notion of knowing im broken

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

I'm screaming "maybach!" til i'm rich

Rack, rack, rack city bitch, city bitch

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

When all hell breaks loose thats my city

Now you speaking my language

Rack city bitch, rack, rack city bitch

My knee was cut open, heart was broken.

And if you not convinced keep on promotin' them