This is a song about "City streets"

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

I'm between streets like city blocks-

Good city kendrick maad city is where my mind is resting,

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

In piss creek with rumble from your city

I need your admiration for infinity

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

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Trip, and then you never snitch

Rack city bitch, rack, rack city bitch

Haters eyes gettin' wide like bench seats

I don't slang caine on the city streets

Fuck life i’m out of rap city

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

The city streets - bars, clubbing and cars rushing at sickly speeds

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds