This is a song about "Public transport"

From run dmc to public enemy

Third ward general, young cash money

You can do it out in public

Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip

These fake ass rappers steady acting like devise

All do these rate my shit, public criticize

To all the sisters with ambition, i see your hustle

A public spectacle, keep them chemicals plentiful

Fuck the money and public opinion

Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, i brought one

The richest place on earth

But nothing public occurs.

All my new bitches seem to get old real quick

They know the truth but feed lies to the public

An alien to the public but stop fussing

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin