This is a song about "New york busy city"

Rack city bitch, rack, rack city bitch

Uhh, so why ain't i go to college

New york rules, can't tell me nothin' in the game,

And i make music for the fuck of it, no fame

King of new york, yo i'm already there

It's justice for all but 90 percent unfair

Rack, rack, rack city bitch, city bitch

Lying to yourself, all over an image

Rack city bitch, rack, rack city bitch

Ain't nobody checking for your garbage

That happen to act like a black president

And new york to this very day has got the best,