This is a song about "Star city thuggin"

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

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Every day, a star is born,

I got a liable larynx, my throat warm

Switch, a female dog with no raw, rich

Rack, rack, rack city bitch, city bitch

Imma be a fucking star

Then i blow, i’ma close out the par

705 this our city,

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

// [you're a... rock star]

The engine in back of my car

Runnin shit like a track star,

You know...you know who you are

Rack city bitch, rack, rack city bitch

I'm gon' make a pretty big sandwich