This is a song about "Soul city"

In piss creek with rumble from your city

Then asking my identity

Yeah, let it consume our soul,

Bad bitches onlybig bank roll

Hop off my dick and make a fucking sandwich

Rack, rack, rack city bitch, city bitch

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I grew up in nola city,

Rack, rack, city bitch, city bitch

And she stripping, go to college

Slit sparks with a razor, hooked up to a taser, so as im slicing her i can tase her

Where im from? a city full of sinners so when i die my soul is going to the highest bidder

Rack city bitch, rack, rack city bitch

Ain't nobody checking for your garbage

Look it something they can't ever see

Fuck life i’m out of rap city