This is a song about "Punk in the city"

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

Without her making attempts to garner all of my attention

Particularly, these bitches that's inner ugly and outer pretty

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

Then i woke up in a city, where the population match the death toll

I ain't superstitious i make all these broads split my pole

City bread just like the rangers

So you finally got the nerve

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

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

I grew up in nola city,

Cause i fucked two cukoo prostitutes in the city!

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Maybe it's the way the played it in my hearti knew one day i gotta be a star

Fading into the fog just another name in the log of the city registrar