This is a song about "City struggle"

And oh, i gotta find my way

It's a struggle,it's fading away

Rack, rack, city bitch, city bitch

Man but this ain't no sign language

Not dc, this whole fuckin' genre

Its the struggle we got gotta

A criminal grind mean hustle

I'm skipping over that struggle

I grew up in nola city,

Mama made her pretty

Of finding myself as an individual

Tired of the pain tired of the struggle

I grew up in nola city,

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

Thats why we struggle to realize

I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys