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

Ain't heard a nigga thorough, it ain't perfect, but i work

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

Cos my momma told me dat i m the best!

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest

I would say fuck my city

I like my girls smart, skinny

Spit selvage my nigga, it's in my jeans

Flow is cold from the city streets

And she throws up whatever she eats

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

Once as a slave who imagined being free

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

Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead

This that new, from the city, you ain’t heard yet