This is a song about "Miami"

I’m throwing hundreds at kod, a little paper

The finals like the spurs,as miami likes to stir,

From miami to l.a. back to manhatten where the big cake

Minus the love, they feel like i was something to hate

That i burn up like miami beaches/

My criteria ain't even that serious

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

No matter how much i try, stay alive, i'm a die a man

Probably getta summer home, in miami

And yeah i know i'm from compton, cali

Everything be rem, my eyes look like them chinese boys

Ridin around in my shot up miami plated rolls royce/

I deserve a medal, i lap 'em every track

And for miami i get an applause and an extra clap

This ain't no taxi, taxi

The streets of miami