This is a song about "O city"

When all hell breaks loose thats my city

Then asking my identity

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

Good city kendrick maad city is where my mind is resting,

Growing up i had your posters o

See i wouldn’t wish success on my worst foe

And you cute, shorty; let's get low

But look, she went and dialled triple o

When you wipe your eyes see it clearly

I do dis for my niggas and city

Trigger being pulled, niggers in a ditch

Rack, rack, rack city bitch, city bitch

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

Rack city bitch, rack, rack, city bitch [x3]

705 this our city,

Lord knows you've been busy