This is a song about "Inner city life"

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

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

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

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

Listen, i'm fishing, you bitch niggas is missing i got that

Urban inner-city ghettoes, where you've never got a minute,

Jugglin my life and this city while holdin back a demon horde

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

Uhh, so why ain't i go to college

Rack, rack, city bitch, city bitch

So every action got its consequence, the lack of common sense,

Hence the intensity inner city dealers pocket profit at my expense

Now i can draw your face up pretty

I grew up in nola city,

Rack, rack, rack city bitch, city bitch

I'm gon' make a pretty big sandwich