This is a song about "Stoke city"

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

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

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

If its a different state or different city?

You was up thirty, now your down fifty

I grew up in nola city,

City bread just like the rangers

Better yet they work my every nerve

Rack, rack, rack city bitch, city bitch

I broke mama heart with no college

In piss creek with rumble from your city

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Let me rideuntil i get free

705 this our city,