This is a song about "Inner city"

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

I grew up in nola city,

Foolish, i be on that new shit

Their inner voice just go's quiet

Inner winner morbid splinter sizzled dinner movie rental

They say to get a hundred mill you must become the devil

News flash: concern in the city,

I’m tryna be low key

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

Rack, rack, city bitch, city bitch

Rack city bitch, rack, rack, city bitch [x3]

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

And if you had more street cred then you'd be dead

And your inner mother board has not been set

I would say fuck my city

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free