This is a song about "City homicide"

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

Come get some, you little bum

Got an independent business mind

Master of homicide crimes, but never once fined

I kill you with this beat, commit a homicide

Cause you're not my wife, bitch you're a stand for this night

And it rules everything around them

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

Never agree with that message

Rack, rack, rack city bitch, city bitch

All the bullshit aside, homicide is a crime

D.c. pg is with me see that bentley that ain't mine

I thought van-city was home

Blackberry and t phone

Then asking my identity

I would say fuck my city