This is a song about "City on my back"

Pimp of the year, i could smack your father

City on my hat, so fly they need a charter

Can't win with a passive attack

Same game, same blood, same coat on my back

On the map, filthy see my name on her back

A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack

The generational gap with yet another sensational track

I put my shoes and jacket on and get my schoolbag on my back

Pay my haters not too much mind

Cause i’m back on my grind

When i die show no pity,put my body in crip city

Tired of making money, i'm on to making history

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

You can see that my city found me then put me on stages

I don't slang caine on the city streets

Way too big for my my fucking jeans