This is a song about "Citys"

With the wheels fallin off i shoot thru the windows make him crash into his mommas curtains

Loadin out with my rap service, let it out on the pad i make the whack versions

I'm getting the crown of this town.

Take a crap later and compare it to this brown

Maybe i'm late-bloomin, a newly received shipment

Urban inner-city ghettoes, where you've never got a minute,