This is a song about "Cairo city g s"

Master, bubba, and lemon g,

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

This is like riding through the city

With a fronted silent g.

705 this our city,

Let me rideuntil i get free

I grew up in nola city,

You was up thirty, now your down fifty

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

When all hell breaks loose thats my city

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

Hop off my dick and make a fucking sandwich

Rack city bitch, rack, rack city bitch

But apparently its talent g,

Like hoes down in magic city