This is a song about "City of gronks"

I grew up in nola city,

They say nothings ever free

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

Which made me have to wait like leap year

Now you speaking my language

Rack city bitch, rack, rack city bitch

My name hold weight and you don't really keep the bar raised

On the lord to visit the city of the saint

I grew up in nola city,

Then asking my identity

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

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last

Who came from the city of casa grande

Inner city hippy with the heart of steel

I see the same hodon't get mad, i'm only bein real