This is a song about "City on my back"

The generational gap with yet another sensational track

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

I would say fuck my city

The weed in me is real sticky

My attitude is shitty i show city joy

Half a mill "rap-touring," jarrett jack boy

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

She was wet off the bat

I got my life back on track

A couple posites i got,even penny'll stop

Out there on my bumper like a city cop

Straight to my partner room and let him beat it like a keyboard

Jugglin my life and this city while holdin back a demon horde

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

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz