This is a song about "Run the city"

Inner city hippy with the heart of steel

Ohh baby i love the way you make a nigga feel

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

You know how jay-z said he wasn't going for the charts

Run through the forest, run away from the cars,

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

You the type to run your mouth then run from me

God mc oh my god you gotta see

Lord knows that four door fit eight women

But for now, i'm on the run

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

Niggas talkin' greasy, i'm the one that gave them they chance

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

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

I'm glad i met you in the city that day,

End these weak niggas like a mofuckin' friday