This is a song about "Rack city"

I grew up in nola city,

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

You a lady boss, now you fly free

This aint your town, this aint your city

Fuck life i’m out of rap city

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

Rack city bitch, rack, rack, city bitch [x3]

And they say i'm over heads cuz they don't understand... that

I said,fuck safari,slap you from a mac to a rack

Rack city bitch, rack, rack city bitch

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

I do dis for my niggas and city

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

There's crack, there's crack

Hang em' up, the dish rack/