This is a song about "Caswell county"

And i still banging in that ghetto zone

And one day you're gone grow to be a rolling stone

I'm a solder i must fight in that zone

Gets older, bolder, and cold cause he's left alone

I thought van-city was home

Stop blowin' up my cell phone

Just let me get stoned, get into my own space zone

For the dough you'll be like doe, stuck at home

I grew up in nola city,

Look it something they can't ever see

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex

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

Prolly cause them niggas wasn't near me, clearly

I do dis for my niggas and city