This is a song about "City morgue type"

I woke up screaming, fuck the world

I could be in a morgue or hurst,

Rack city bitch, rack, rack, city bitch [x3]

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

When all hell breaks loose thats my city

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Wake back up in the morgue and climb down from the shelf

I got 20 thousand views of french itself

Rack, rack, city bitch, city bitch

Yeah, we get this cabbage

Hop off my dick and make a fucking sandwich

Rack city bitch, rack, rack city bitch

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

This aint your town, this aint your city

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

In piss creek with rumble from your city