This is a song about "Rap city"

I do dis for my niggas and city

And all women who had light features, see

I have a flow of a train, won’t stop until i hit the breaks and i’m at rap city lane

Fuck long words i dont need a definition, just the same words over and over again

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

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

Rack, rack, city bitch, city bitch

Ain't nobody checking for your garbage

But he and his crew don't own this city

Then asking my identity

I don't need no fucking throne

I thought van-city was home

I would say fuck my city

Now i can draw your face up pretty