This is a song about "Kansas city streets"

Girl you not in kansas anymore - it's a twister

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

I don't slang caine on the city streets

Absurd g, chickens clucking for bird seeds

But all she ever want me to do is unzip her jeans

Streets became home to me/ like a mother to be/ the streets

I grew up in nola city,

I’m tryna be low key

Trying to give them light and a message

Rack, rack, city bitch, city bitch

Mami told me son, hold your own

I thought van-city was home

I would say fuck my city

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free