This is a song about "Riding through the city with the work"

May just gon' bring hobo back

Did some school work, went with the pack

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

No deal if i feel like they work with the feds

Inner city hippy with the heart of steel

Respect still there but ya boy's right here

Yeah, them niggas spittin' while i'm dishing out a typhoon

She gott no its either work or in the city where they judge a coon

So you finally got the nerve

City bread just like the rangers

It don't matter who wins the votes, you're a kid with friends i'm sure city wide.

Niggas diewhen they try to infiltrate my crewwe never hide, we ride