This is a song about "Inner city life"

I grew up in nola city,

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

No crucifix chains, i’m ain’t sure if i’m forgiven, lord

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

Inner core, intercourse

Kirko paint her walls

Not about the inner city kids filling pistol clips,

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

Hop off my dick and make a fucking sandwich

Rack city bitch, rack, rack city bitch

Rack city bitch, rack, rack city bitch

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

705 this our city,

Shout out bieber and nicki

Inner city hippy with the heart of steel

Phone home shawty you know you a brother out of here