This is a song about "Offshore rig"

Rack city bitch, rack, rack city bitch

Ain't nobody checking for your garbage

Homie he is rapping like a compu device

Let me enter your life, lady we can spill our rice

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

My shit on the radio your shit on the shelf

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

If we don't fix this then you'll see the same things

Only built 4 cuban linx, paid in full, and liquor swords,

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Suspect on deck that's that speck to me

I'm on deck yo, batter up

The cool say i'm thug

Mic'ing few miles fitting the backstreet

For the whole week, no time for cold feet