This is a song about "Rap city"

Ain't nobody checking for your garbage

Rack city bitch, rack, rack city bitch

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Fuck life i’m out of rap city

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

If its a different state or different city?

Painting pictures with your caucus, satanic ways, venom in my blood acid in my brain

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

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

Convertibles with turbo jets

I do dis for my niggas and city

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

You pull up in parking lots

I'm between streets like city blocks-

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

I grew up in nola city,