This is a song about "Ritch bitch"

Now you speaking my language

Rack city bitch, rack, rack city bitch

Rack city bitch, rack, rack city bitch

Hop off my dick and make a fucking sandwich

I'm hearin' rumors so you need to switch

Rack, rack, rack city bitch, city bitch

Trip, and then you never snitch

Rack, rack, city bitch, city bitch

Trying to give them light and a message

Murdering another bitch

Yeah, we get this cabbage

Bullets in ya hand bitch

The dead society of a poet

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, finna shit,

Lying to yourself, all over an image

Come battle me you little bitch