This is a song about "Dodge city"

Fuck life i’m out of rap city

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

I would say fuck my city

Rack, rack, rack city bitch, city bitch

Trip, and then you never snitch

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

Walking around dodge heat like i'm fresh meat.

Dodge a #punch, upper#cut like #jay #z

Trying to catch me riding dirty

I dodge em like clippers to a hairline that's receding

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

I do dis for my niggas and city

I reel them in, goadomes on see

Rack city bitch, rack, rack city bitch

I'm screaming "maybach!" til i'm rich