This is a song about "City of amsterdam"

I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope manthe grammy's and american music shows

Came back where i was raised, my city orlando,where i see a bunch of condos

I'm gon' make a pretty big sandwich

Rack city bitch, rack, rack city bitch

Rack, rack, city bitch, city bitch

Trigger being pulled, niggers in a ditch

On they twitter writing novels, see

Fuck life i’m out of rap city

Painting pictures with your caucus, satanic ways, venom in my blood acid in my brain

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

They chase you a like mouse in the city of the bronx.

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

When all hell breaks loose thats my city

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

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

Y'all all passe, stuck up on last year