This is a song about "Scare city"

I grew up in nola city,

What them tippers don't see

I'll scare you motherfuckers straight

I feel good, i look great

I just light up and focus

Ubn and east coast don't scare us

Ain't nobody checking for your garbage

Rack, rack, rack city bitch, city bitch

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Scare you so bad,my name what youre preaching

Fur for fur, baby; baby, you'll go stir crazy

How can monsters and demons and ghosts and shit scare me

My name hold weight and you don't really keep the bar raised

A little fuckin pissant who tried to scare me and failed

A coward dies a thousand deaths

Rack city bitch, rack, rack, city bitch [x3]