This is a song about "City lights micro topics"

In the "city of lights", it's hard to see clear

Stallion of the year: medallions in my ear

No one knows me just because i am just micro/

With plans to reach the end even if i had to star slow

I ain't hating on you, rock them shines

Came to my sense at that traff lights

Somethin ain't right, hit the brake lights

Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes

They vaguely decipher my language

Rack city bitch, rack, rack city bitch

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

//sick of these topics not being discussed

I grew up in nola city,

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Their topics are weak and their rhymes are whack,

Pump, fake, jumpshot, ball hit the back