This is a song about "City of saints"

Look outside the window and you'll see the city of gold/

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

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

I dont know whether your apostles or saints

I got geechi on her, came back with thirty chains

And i'mma be honest she's the fliest here

Inner city hippy with the heart of steel

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

Fuck life i’m out of rap city

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

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.