This is a song about "The city ellest"

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

Because we barey talk and im almost in the city

On the lord to visit the city of the saint

She swallowing killa cause she love the taste

They chase you a like mouse in the city of the bronx.

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

I don't know, obviously i disappear

Inner city hippy with the heart of steel

City bread just like the rangers

They ain't say that then they wouldn't be haters

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

So im like fuck it, im out get on your head

You know you so pretentious

Words flowing like the city of venice