This is a song about "Ma city"

Rack, rack, city bitch, city bitch

I'm gon' make a pretty big sandwich

You left your nigga on his own

I thought van-city was home

So here i am at the store for some chips

Dis is ma essence, ma presence yow sentence

Hop off my dick and make a fucking sandwich

Rack city bitch, rack, rack city bitch

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

News flash: concern in the city,

Thoughts, cause you're an outsider tryna get in brain

See me stepping through with ma limp and ma cane

And for 20-spat about the city!

Lord knows you've been busy