This is a song about "Small city"

Y'all the truth, got a connection with you all

They tried to take it, and say that i'm too small

I grew up in nola city,

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

Thats kool-aid, moutain dew, and cris on you

Grand theft auto: vice city too

Cuz i acknowledge i am far more knowledge

Rack, rack, rack city bitch, city bitch

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

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

This aint your town, this aint your city

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Rack, rack, city bitch, city bitch

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

Or keep small it around four

You want beef? we'll start a gulf stream war