This is a song about "Punk in the city"

It’s a party in my pants and you invited with all that dance

House and then the mini flat apartment in the city cracks,

Droppin jackets on the stripper and every single is fifty

Spitting lethal seen the evil taken over the people in my city...

Blood is the water in the city, you can never get clean in!

But buy a .44, blasting at playa haterswanting more with a thug passion

I deserve cheers how i rap tour every year

In the "city of lights", it's hard to see clear

My position improving, not to mention

While the fbi or punk police be running in

A twenty somethin cup

I hate you punk, in my mind you suck

Don't know her name those ain't really important

You get the picture? i hope not cause i'm no punk

They chase you a like mouse in the city of the bronx.

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms