This is a song about "Inner city life"

Hopin' that my niggas see

I grew up in nola city,

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

Convertibles with turbo jets

And your inner mother board has not been set

That i just haven't came up with a name yet

I delete they history

Fuck life i’m out of rap city

Hence the intensity inner city dealers pocket profit at my expense

Together, we say hi to the sunrise and fight together when the sun sets

Serving gumbo with a shovel, dog i'm on another level

Inner winner morbid splinter sizzled dinner movie rental

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

News flash: concern in the city,

I'm gon' make a pretty big sandwich

Rack city bitch, rack, rack city bitch