This is a song about "Urban growth and immigration"

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

Not an urban myth but definitely an urban legend

Yo we ain't from the ghetto but we go urban at least,

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

This country is fucked cause we're stunting our growth

Got all these niggas approaching their mixtapes different

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Social conditioning and

I fear no opponent

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment

Yo we ain't from the ghetto but we go urban at least,

Ain't no nigga touching my style, it got a force field

America’s growth requires a new flow to be laid

Kill you, shoot the funeral up and harlem shake at your wake