This is a song about "Rypod shuffle"

Rack, rack, rack city bitch, city bitch

Uhh, so why ain't i go to college

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

Good city kendrick maad city is where my mind is resting,

Want the title but im always fighting under card

Dear lord come save me, the devil's working hard

Played like a deck, your cards were golden,

Riding around with ms. reece and them

Got stretch marks like she got four kids

Pull your eyes out the back sockets

A goody two shoe, she would of gone to heaven

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Pull me in, throw me out

I don't know what you heard about