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

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

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

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

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

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

Cause everybody else did it i had to save face

I m gonna fuck u hard and fast like i m in a race

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

My weed and my broad exotic with no seeds

Flow is cold from the city streets

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

I grew up in nola city,

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

In piss creek with rumble from your city