This is a song about "I m from cork city"

I couldn't help him,let him die in this city

Ye too, but what em did was silly

Now i m gonna tell u a real story....

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Oh girl now don't be silly

I grew up in nola city,

Who came from the city of casa grande

Accidents happen when i got the mac in hand

I`m a mania tic weapon, running away from this oppression

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

Yeah you know i got that work, women second, family first

From the big big city nyc not a west coast potpouuri suburb

Then asking my identity

I would say fuck my city

I m not making u feel that u r my dear...

Close your eyes bitch, i'm all in your ear