This is a song about "City of amsterdam"

To be walkin this borderline of detroit city limits

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

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

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

Lying to yourself, all over an image

Rack, rack, city bitch, city bitch

Ben baller, six bottles, talk with such expensive slang

I was only eight when mamma had to move to amsterdam

Rack, rack, rack city bitch, city bitch

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

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

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

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

You know how jay-z said he wasn't going for the charts

Inner city hippy with the heart of steel

The reason why they had to give me a deal