This is a song about "In the city of compto"

And name another new nigga wit a sicker twitter follow

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though

I grew up in nola city,

They say nothings ever free

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Fading into the fog just another name in the log of the city registrar

Accidents happen when i got the mac in hand

Who came from the city of casa grande

Butterfly bow tie, made my mark like the craters on the moon

She gott no its either work or in the city where they judge a coon

But i guess that shit's just tough love

Words flowing like the city of venice

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

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

God mc oh my god you gotta see

Fuck life i’m out of rap city