This is a song about "My citt"

Now in the courtroom, many men are being doomed

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Yeah, red bottoms, she ain't trying to dance

Yeah you know i got that work

My shirt, purple label my shirt

My destiny's written in my blood hidden inside my head

They ain’t sleeping until they know every customer fed

This is my original, my validation

I don't want plastic nation, dread that like a haitian

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

My own unknown is my enemy,