This is a song about "Inner city life"

But make sure if they do see

I would say fuck my city

Oh girl now don't be silly

I grew up in nola city,

All my life i had lil money to invest, to spit and let my inner soul grew//

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Hit it then i quit it ‘fore she even made the bed

And your inner mother board has not been set

Rack, rack, rack city bitch, city bitch

I'm hearin' rumors so you need to switch

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

Rack city bitch, rack, rack city bitch

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

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets