This is a song about "Glo party city of greenwood"

T.i. literally wanted to shoot up the charts

They chase you a like mouse in the city of the bronx.

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

In this city of angels no one care that he

So fast, can't copy

So i went out to party

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

This city of angels, oh so deceiving so misleading,

Rack city bitch, rack, rack city bitch

They vaguely decipher my language

And i'm all out of money cause i bought drugs for some party,

Fuck it, odd future some nazis, black nazis don't copy