This is a song about "Citty full of sinners"

Cause im on sum g shityoung money

Full of myself, but still hungry

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

The vacancy that sat in my heart

These chalance give me balance

Belly full of paper bills

Everything is just full of shit.

Fuck it, they shrink to fit

Profile, damn i'm digging your style, we can start slow now

Stick and move through rigid slopes with timid flow of the sinners bow

Full of drugs, over inflated figures

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

Its always full of horror

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her