This is a song about "Inner city shelters"

Huh, a metaphor of course

I'm lost in my inner thoughts,

I like to ask the bad bitches if they ass is real

Inner city hippy with the heart of steel

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

Desperate dwellers who settle in cellars venture for shelters

Rack, rack, rack city bitch, city bitch

I'm screaming "maybach!" til i'm rich

He lives of food vendors and shelters, rendered by grouts that reckon,

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

Ain't nobody checking for your garbage

Rack city bitch, rack, rack city bitch

O.f. is the coldest thing, and i'm the fuckin' general

Inner winner morbid splinter sizzled dinner movie rental