This is a song about "The big city"

Blunt loaded up like the city bus

The critics are calling me conscious

Middle finger up, give a fuck how they feel

Inner city hippy with the heart of steel

You claim you a dog, my nigga, i’m the vet

This that new, from the city, you ain’t heard yet

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Vampire diaries, once upon a time and sex and the city

My city my committee, bitch eat where the dirt stay

Why my life depend on what i'mma do today

It’s a party in my pants and you invited with all that dance

House and then the mini flat apartment in the city cracks,