This is a song about "Life in detroit"

Now i get laid-off, notice y'all employed

Round & round/ town boy/ but my pops is from detroit\

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

Whether in the desert sands or the depths of detroit,

Well... not at this point in my life

An ipod mind to you walkman guys

They know i'm tryna get that montana dough

That drive to detroit was all too slow

I've never smoked in my life

Inferior, but i'm nice