This is a song about "For my city"

As i roll through my city i chug up the duce

Yesterday's paper, that's why you old news

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

Good city kendrick maad city is where my mind is resting,

Hence the intensity inner city dealers pocket profit at my expense

What you bust still sucks, an obituary's sanctuary don't make sense

I pray that i’m in outer space, ufo fly away

My city my committee, bitch eat where the dirt stay

I do dis for my niggas and city

But five years from now i bet she see

And for 20-spat about the city!

Then asking my identity

Ye too, but what em did was silly

I would say fuck my city

You swear the bitch was plantedmy lyrics motivate the planetit's similar to rhythm nation

My city animated in blue lights i illustrate pain from helicopter devastation