This is a song about "Giles county"

Of better days when you ain't have to settle for whatever played

Sub-division of religion goes overhead to discriminate

Rack city bitch, rack, rack city bitch

And she stripping, go to college

This my album, and when your parents try to come around

Your telling me how to write boy i'm glad you can count,

Bitch you say your my grade but we ain't in the same division,

She vying for number one, tryna be number one

A coward dies a thousand deaths

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

And since my cell division i had to make a critical

He thinks aw, forget it, its so insignificant and little

And the dirty ladera, i can't forget where i came from

Screw dat, i gotta get even for my region, swallow the semen,

Come wit me you'll smoke around

The girl give me da head count