This is a song about "Not redneck or city"

They claim it as their own, africa

Not the applause or roses thrown in awe

No matter what city or town your in you're gonna get screwed

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

Grandpa or grandma, not my auntie or my favorite cousin

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

Banker banker, dealership, and the rim shop

Blacks, whites, and puerto rocs, poor or not,

If she cook and keep her vagina like a secret

Depending on whether or not it's worth it

That means i have no block

Can you beat me or not

From the big big city nyc not a west coast potpouuri suburb

From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word