This is a song about "Repping my city"

Keep your mouth close, you fucking with a dope boy

My attitude is shitty i show city joy

What you bust still sucks, an obituary's sanctuary don't make sense

Hence the intensity inner city dealers pocket profit at my expense

Can’t tell you where i’m going, just know i won't stop

Out there on my bumper like a city cop

I would say fuck my city

The weed in me is real sticky

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

Perfume everywhere, girls are everywhere

I bet you like these rap niggas, ain't going to write it better

I can still remember my vacation to the city of ember

All i wanted to do was get that trick down

With the city on my back i carry this town