This is a song about "Murder in my city"

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

Murder you nigga and put you in my basin

Yeah we pity few in a city queue

I could think of a couple positions for you

Sipping the finest liquid until we finish the dizzy

That's my mentality everytime when i'm reppin my city

You swear the bitch was plantedmy lyrics motivate the planetit's similar to rhythm nation

My city animated in blue lights i illustrate pain from helicopter devastation

Never miss these things, see my game precise

Knives drawn out, murder in my eyes

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

Everyday we party hard like there ain't no tomorrow

I couldn't help him,let him die in this city

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see