This is a song about "Inner city life"

Never agree with that message

Rack, rack, rack city bitch, city bitch

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

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

I like my girls smart, skinny

News flash: concern in the city,

Hence the intensity inner city dealers pocket profit at my expense

In 7th grade the devil and me were best friends he intends to destroy your trends

Must be something you want me to see

Fuck life i’m out of rap city

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

Ain't had shit to loose, pullin' my pistol on them fools

Straight to my partner room and let him beat it like a keyboard

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

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Not about the inner city kids filling pistol clips,