This is a song about "The big city"

Blunt loaded up like the city bus

Crucifix pieces, necklace with jesus

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

But then you went and ditched me, you fucking left the city

And for 20-spat about the city!

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

And i'mma be honest she's the fliest here

Inner city hippy with the heart of steel

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

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

Who came from the city of casa grande

Whether you rhyme slow or the beat fast

Ain't heard a nigga thorough, it ain't perfect, but i work

From the big big city nyc not a west coast potpouuri suburb