This is a song about "For my city"

I'm feedin her the light just like what the chorus say

My city my committee, bitch eat where the dirt stay

And you acting grown, doggy you ain't back at home

My city cold so you hear guns shoot when ima alone,

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

When all hell breaks loose thats my city

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

That's my mentality everytime when i'm reppin my city

Hence the intensity inner city dealers pocket profit at my expense

Invent things like spaceships, diamond baguette bracelets and earn a few pay checks.

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

Crossed them powers or devoured in a heartbeat

In this city so just bow down to my feet