This is a song about "Citty full of sinners"

Full of drugs, over inflated figures

Talking caramel with them asses like the strippers

A book full of blank pages

Ass shots is a plus

That's why i'm makin' money

Full of myself, but still hungry

Its always full of horror

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

I'm trynna beat up every beat until my feet at the top

An ember burned right through the center of the spherical sinners thought

Like a line full of hoes

Jay rock got flows

Where im from? a city full of sinners so when i die my soul is going to the highest bidder

I feel i'm in the deepest pit of hell yet i ain't dead..i yell..help..as loud as a whisper/