This is a song about "Murder in my city"

Knives drawn out, murder in my eyes

We hustle to survive

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

My ass funky like a cab driver in new york city, pass the class,

I do dis for my niggas and city

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Yeah we pity few in a city queue

I can do better without you

Cause i fucked two cukoo prostitutes in the city!

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

I reel them in, goadomes on see

When all hell breaks loose thats my city

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

Chica-go-getter from odd future, used to ride solo

My attitude is shitty i show city joy

Half a mill "rap-touring," jarrett jack boy