This is a song about "Run the city"

Spit selvage my nigga, it's in my jeans

Flow is cold from the city streets

Spitting lethal seen the evil taken over the people in my city...

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

They chase you a like mouse in the city of the bronx.

T.i. literally wanted to shoot up the charts

You the type to run your mouth then run from me

Supportin' my baby girl just like daddy

Words flowing like the city of venice

But i guess that shit's just tough love

I done came too far to regard me as the regular

Oklahoma city transportation, way i bring the thunder

But then you went and ditched me, you fucking left the city

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free