This is a song about "Midnight city"

Rack city bitch, rack, rack, city bitch [x3]

A coward dies a thousand deaths

All i see is the midnight sun,

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

I'm gon' make a pretty big sandwich

Rack, rack, rack city bitch, city bitch

Uhh, so why ain't i go to college

Rack, rack, city bitch, city bitch

I grew up in nola city,

Then asking my identity

And for 20-spat about the city!

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

I should use the unsigned verses call me in for my midnight urges

Yea, dc boy today i'm out the stadium with dollars

Low end theory, beats, rhymes, and life, midnight marauders,