This is a song about "Girls in the city"

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

In piss creek with rumble from your city

Blood is the water in the city, you can never get clean in!

Now me, tony, g, and tre got the keys to the nation

The marathon of this game always changes in pace

In the city of angels no one is safe

She gott no its either work or in the city where they judge a coon

Butterfly bow tie, made my mark like the craters on the moon

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

House and then the mini flat apartment in the city cracks,

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

I grew up in nola city,

Developing cavities cause revenge is sweet

Made in the underworld where the ghetto girls creep