This is a song about "Run this city"

Im leaving this city, dont plan on coming back

Shit, that birkin bag make the old dude mad

I'mma run this road 'till i run this town

You got that money that break – uh break- breakdown

This aint your town, this aint your city

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

This that new, from the city, you ain’t heard yet

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

To be walkin this borderline of detroit city limits

Apologizing for my actions, sometimes i get bored

Jugglin my life and this city while holdin back a demon horde

Dont run now, this is not a race

See money talk and these days

Is heaven just another door? and my people say

Every minute i pray, this city might just go away