This is a song about "Death city"

I would say fuck my city

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I can taste the salt from my tears

What you getting is death

That's all u need is death

I'm hoping i confess

Rack, rack, city bitch, city bitch

I broke mama heart with no college

I'm hearin' rumors so you need to switch

Rack city bitch, rack, rack city bitch

My success'll be the death of youlo and behold you sold your soul

Then i woke up in a city, where the population match the death toll

But he and his crew don't own this city

Hail mary nigga, run quick see