This is a song about "Miami city"

We popping the fortune, not the fame, shit, you backwards, man

About new orleans, atlanta, miami, or the birmingham,

That i burn up like miami beaches/

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

I would say fuck my city

I like my girls smart, skinny

Rack, rack, rack city bitch, city bitch

Cuz i acknowledge i am far more knowledge

You can call me the daddy of miami

Tax free, that's me, my money got acne

Never agree with that message

Rack city bitch, rack, rack city bitch

705 this our city,

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

And you just wanna tell her everything she might need

It's buttery as jack frost under some miami heat