This is a song about "Daft punk"

My city, growl with me, hootie hoo'ing through the night sky

You're just some ghetto punk, but me, i'm a dope guy.

But, damn you write alot. too bad it's a waste, punk,

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

Don't know her name those ain't really important

Shit i'm about to murder this punk

Ferrari mikes, bitch, i’m on my car show

Sorry punk you just met raps first youthful maestro,

Hoping wes snipes make my life a bit different

But he was probably from your crew, you fuckin punk

I suffocated the little motherfucking punk last night.

And what you wive me let me know that we'll be alright

Pushing my way to the top but this time it feel different

An watch you cry trying to find the ways to try running away punk

The fuck is up, nothing punk, you think that fucking you're cool

I grew up with nothin, it hurt me to see my mother poor