This is a song about "Living in the city"

Rain, rain go away, that's what all my haters say

I'm glad i met you in the city that day,

Not living in the stars with an angel in your bedding,

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

Living in the wrong places, seeing familiar faces

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

They chase you a like mouse in the city of the bronx.

Living life in the fast lane with a mad cane

Why don't you take a sip up on this champagne

But times i'm so serious you think i'm silly

Cause i fucked two cukoo prostitutes in the city!

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

News flash: concern in the city,

Spitting lethal seen the evil taken over the people in my city...

Droppin jackets on the stripper and every single is fifty