This is a song about "City of amsterdam"

I was only eight when mamma had to move to amsterdam

You say the art's dying, nah brother buy an album, the plan

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though

Zoning my second bottle, focused still on tomorrow

Now do i sound insane?! i probably do, but i'm taking control of this rap games public domain!

I have a flow of a train, won’t stop until i hit the breaks and i’m at rap city lane

Fading into the fog just another name in the log of the city registrar

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

I'm breaking the silence i'm sick of speculating the violence, i'm kenner city brawling.

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

Rack city bitch, rack, rack city bitch

Inner city hippy with the heart of steel

Don't give a shit so my dick fuck bladders in your ear

For 5 grand, with intentions to expand

Who came from the city of casa grande