This is a song about "Rack city"

And for 20-spat about the city!

But five years from now i bet she see

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

I dont rack stacks i got pocket change drug money is whack,

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

I would say fuck my city

Then asking my identity

705 this our city,

Now get back before i unpack my rack & attack.

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

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

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

And i give it to y'all, cause y'all respect that

Everybody only focuses on ass and rack