This is a song about "My citt"

Grab my knife and my gun

Can’t you see just how long my run

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

Got my head in my hands.

Inferior, but i'm nice

See my pain through my eyes,

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

These my rhymes and my story

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

So i proceed to make gs, eternally in my mission

That is my wish, my fantasy.

On they twitter writing novels, see

My streaks my testament.

Put the purp in the blunt

My own unknown is my enemy,

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see