This is a song about "City services"

I do dis for my niggas and city

And all women who had light features, see

When all hell breaks loose thats my city

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Rack city bitch, rack, rack city bitch

I broke mama heart with no college

But he and his crew don't own this city

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

This aint your town, this aint your city

The weed in me is real sticky

Rack city bitch, rack, rack city bitch

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

News flash: concern in the city,