This is a song about "Lord bless my city"

My attitude is shitty i show city joy

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

Its either a bless or a curse, i cleanse the weak with a breath of my verbs

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave

My mom bless, her heart was in a better place.

Bring the remainin' red and white pieces to the fort

So i just keep my life going while praying to the lord

Silicone bitches got the confidence

Lord plz forgive me for all my sins

...i hold my city up...then rest on it......

It's funny cause most of y'all ain't did shit

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

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

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

I do dis for my niggas and city