This is a song about "Miami city of rhyme"

I spit murder, every bar is a crime

Thinking deep inside of my mind, and writing a rhyme,

. planck time, frank crime, feel the heat of a shanked rhyme

Put my plight in the verse, i bring ‘em closer to mine

I can still remember my vacation to the city of ember

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

My world a little darker, like a fuckin' tan line

Book of poetics, like ancient relics when i rhyme

I'm popping champagne, drinking till i'm jumping out the window

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though

Keep yo' head up and try to keep the faith

In the city of angels no one is safe

Too take the piss out of your rhyme

You better get yours fore i reach mine

Words flowing like the city of venice

All we need is convienient love