This is a song about "Diamond city"

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

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Ye too, but what em did was silly

I would say fuck my city

My rings, gold, diamond, and crystal glared

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

Lying to yourself, all over an image

Rack city bitch, rack, rack city bitch

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience

Flow full of shine & bling like diamond rings

Wood, gold, platinum, diamond

So dunn stay silent

Then asking my identity

When all hell breaks loose thats my city

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

Taggin the books head shinin like a diamond