This is a song about "Inner city life"

Rack, rack, city bitch, city bitch

I broke mama heart with no college

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

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Of my inner monologue

I love the way you walk

Then asking my identity

705 this our city,

Rack city bitch, rack, rack city bitch

I'm screaming "maybach!" til i'm rich

Help us find our inner song

We at the top where we belong

Imagine this, an inner-city kid without his papa dukes,

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Inner winner morbid splinter sizzled dinner movie rental