This is a song about "Straight outta duke city"

Well that didn't go well, let us try to make it swell

My inferno simply burns yo, i'm straight outta hell

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

Convertibles with turbo jets

This aint your town, this aint your city

Now i can draw your face up pretty

I'll come up on ya with an ak or a thompson like i'm n.w.a straight outta

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

Rack, rack, rack city bitch, city bitch

I'm screaming "maybach!" til i'm rich

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

I feel the whole thing pulling my soul straight outta my anatomy

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge

Drop the bass like it's straight outta college

I thought van-city was home

You left your nigga on his own