This is a song about "Miami city of rhyme"

My gold rollie tell time

Too take the piss out of your rhyme

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

By the minute i was getting paid like a hot line

I'm using my tooth bait to get that bitches teeth paste

On the lord to visit the city of the saint

To think of something deep and how it would rhyme

Simon says touch your's while you touch mine

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

To be walkin this borderline of detroit city limits

In the "city of lights", it's hard to see clear

A lot of people called it last year

Inner city hippy with the heart of steel

Puns of pearls, yo tongue will twirl, looka here

Fuck life i’m out of rap city

I’m tryna be low key