This is a song about "O city"

I do dis for my niggas and city

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

I grew up in nola city,

I just want somebody i can see

News flash: concern in the city,

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

Rack city bitch, rack, rack city bitch

I'm gon' make a pretty big sandwich

And all this snow, i call it infant sorrow

So he got an ache in his belly eya-eya o

But look, she went and dialled triple o

But now the dough like kaiser bro

I thought van-city was home

Whip, plane, motions own