This is a song about "Inner city thug"

News flash: concern in the city,

Look it something they can't ever see

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

Don’t like to see when she talk

Of my inner monologue

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

I would say fuck my city

Their inner voice just go's quiet

I work hard for everything i get

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

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex

Lifes not all fair, work till we fall dead

And your inner mother board has not been set

She said i'm ready to fuck

Treated like dirt, living like a thug