This is a song about "City on dek"

I grew up in nola city,

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

I do dis for my niggas and city

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Rack city bitch, rack, rack, city bitch [x3]

Convertibles with turbo jets

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

Rack, rack, rack city bitch, city bitch

Rack city bitch, rack, rack city bitch

Ain't nobody checking for your garbage

I'm hearin' rumors so you need to switch

Rack city bitch, rack, rack city bitch

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

I would say fuck my city

With the city on my back i carry this town

Pants get stone, we call it the breakdown