This is a song about "City of jeavent"

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

To be walkin this borderline of detroit city limits

Inner city hippy with the heart of steel

Middle finger up, give a fuck how they feel

Fuck life i’m out of rap city

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

Play hard to get, females get jealous

Words flowing like the city of venice

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

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

Rack city bitch, rack, rack city bitch

I'm hearin' rumors so you need to switch

Rack, rack, city bitch, city bitch

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

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

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