This is a song about "Clash city"

They bringing me fish and chips

This the clash of the titans

I grew up in nola city,

When you wipe your eyes see it clearly

Hoe i'm tired of you're clash

I can get straight to the cash

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

705 this our city,

Spark it up, don’t be around when the titans clash,

My bitches is perfect, i tell 'em boxing for your ass

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

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

Hop off my dick and make a fucking sandwich

Rack city bitch, rack, rack city bitch

When all hell breaks loose thats my city

Once as a slave who imagined being free