This is a song about "City homicide"

All the bullshit aside, homicide is a crime

In a turtle neck, thermal jeans, spit purple wine

I would say fuck my city

I like my girls smart, skinny

People dying all day homicide suicide its just the role of life,

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise

Rack city bitch, rack, rack city bitch

Never agree with that message

Gross homicide, both upside in a rose stride

I can smell it when i go outside

When all hell breaks loose thats my city

Hopin' that my niggas see

Master of homicide crimes, but never once fined

Free 2pac is all that's on a nigga's mind

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

Homicide on 'em, blaow! what's the problem?