This is a song about "Run the city"

And i can't take it, i feel the city breathing

Bring that dude to life day, he wasn't at the meeting

House and then the mini flat apartment in the city cracks,

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

The bigger the run for

Some old bitch that we did before

But still homey keep it real, how does it feel

Inner city hippy with the heart of steel

With my donald trump hair piece you're an apprentice

Words flowing like the city of venice

Flow is cold from the city streets

Absurd g, chickens clucking for bird seeds

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

City bread just like the rangers

Cause i fucked two cukoo prostitutes in the city!

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree