This is a song about "Forsyth county"

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

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

Even if i die i'll roll up riding a golden hearse

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

Not even my favorite rapper

They handcuffed and chucked me in the slammer

Rack, rack, rack city bitch, city bitch

Double m self made we forever rich

Can you picture my specific plan

Waiting to see progression in each state man

But my vision has inclined to some interscope, and its home

Don't let me into my zone (i’m definitely in my zone)