This is a song about "I be running through the city"

Man going around around the world so many times i'm dizzy

Cause i fucked two cukoo prostitutes in the city!

Gift and a curse, the center of attention

While the fbi or punk police be running in

I remember the makeup running down your face

If he don't show up, think i can take his place

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

I don't slang caine on the city streets

Hoping that the material possesions can materialise to a better you

What i wanna be so i lay on the balcony. we'll walk this road together, through

The snitch on the block be running for his life

Crooked cops got a nigga scared to drive

Like food for thought was my father but i ain't have the hunger

Oklahoma city transportation, way i bring the thunder

Obie trice, pour out a lil' liquor nigga

Stomp and stamp through your city like godzilla