This is a song about "O city"

He cried like a baby eya-eya o

Get you high, keep it on the low

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

I do dis for my niggas and city

Let me say this shit in slow-mo, homo

Benny is about to reach the twenty eya-eya o

Look it something they can't ever see

When all hell breaks loose thats my city

Mother, o my mother

But that's what he liked her

I thought van-city was home

The king upon the throne