This is a song about "Petty bitch"

So far you nasty, ff-fuck you call that

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, finna kill shit,

Rack city bitch, rack, rack city bitch

Lying to yourself, all over an image

Petty mortals still don't realize where i come from

And if you not convinced keep on promotin' them

Rack city bitch, rack, rack city bitch

Trying to give them light and a message

That petty shit that you run for

Gold chains, 24, niggas must be shinin' more

Yeah, we get this cabbage

Rack, rack, city bitch, city bitch

Where bad bitches with bad intentions just act friendly

Brows grow sweaty but every petty

Murdering another bitch

Trip, and then you never snitch