This is a song about "City for an angel"

I do dis for my niggas and city

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

Flow like an angel mixed with satan not even exaggerating.

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

But they say what goes up must come down i'll believe that when i spot an angel on the ground/

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

Well rick james, maury jane

An alias for ya name

Rack, rack, city bitch, city bitch

I'm gon' make a pretty big sandwich

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that

And for miami i get an applause and an extra clap

A guiding angel to see

Or you'll drive me crazy

I was raised in hell don't expect me to act like an angel with a halo ring/

Shit be happening for a reason, everything is everything