This is a song about "City names"

But five years from now i bet she see

News flash: concern in the city,

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

Good city kendrick maad city is where my mind is resting,

After your names on a tombstone

Little latasha sho' grown

I don't do dishes but i throw away your plates

Cause i drove you insane, you repeating the same names

I do dis for my niggas and city

Prolly cause them niggas wasn't near me, clearly

I'm screaming "maybach!" til i'm rich

Rack city bitch, rack, rack city bitch

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

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

And since the economy's failing well you know all the names,

Wale, more times than not, am not for whom the air waves