This is a song about "My citt"

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

That's why forever i love seldom and trust never

Ya can see my, my, my, my kick-off so shout

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

My cash effected, my brain insane,

The bitch badder than any bitch that you name

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Got my head in my hands.

If you ever feel alone and

My streaks my testament.

Then you're fucking confused,

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

My shirt, purple label my shirt

The concept is so absurd

My words are my rhythm

Something wicked this way come