This is a song about "Going suburbs to city"

Well here's how to keep the flow going

Get off a key like i can’t sing

Got to the suburbs pull out the ether and cloth

I been laughed at, hated on, no one would even play my songs

Talking of the gods you serve

Going to train on spiders

Gas 'em like a rental, when i take off, tell the bitch take care

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

Where im from? a city full of sinners so when i die my soul is going to the highest bidder

I took my clothes of and climbed on top of her she and i kissed and kissed, making out i prefer,

Going to nyc from long island

Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust

Is probably filled with some other niggas numbers

My mind will ever say,my body's going to suburbs,