This is a song about "Co op city cars"

When bret hart meet brett farve

Drive real fast when i'm in my cars

Hop off my dick and make a fucking sandwich

Rack city bitch, rack, rack city bitch

Not biased perfect match the cops rant well riot in this co op alliance

Without my crew and me, slurring words and spitting so loosely but its so fast its

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

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

Fat rhymes every time, bitch, roseanne bars

A covert op in the night killin guerilla fractions

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Hoes love me because of my cars

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

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

Rack city bitch, rack, rack city bitch