This is a song about "City of saints"

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

Rack, rack, rack city bitch, city bitch

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

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

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

My pistol close in handconvinced this is my year

To be walkin this borderline of detroit city limits

* ron isley harmonizes throughout but sings no real lyrics

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.

On the lord to visit the city of the saint

Ima lay it down and have myself a taste

Who came from the city of casa grande

Know there's a barbed wire that's always in your past

Gold saints i despise so that don't even matter

I get it crackin' like the lips of a nigger, actor