This is a song about "Urban guilds"

In the urban envrionemt of modern

I killed my manager with an iron

Not an urban myth but definitely an urban legend

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

Urban inner-city ghettoes, where you've never got a minute,

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

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

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast

I did a little stint, shout out to the south east

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

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Remember that i speak the truth and bashur is not some urban legend or lore.

In this life you dead wrong or ain't living right

Which turned cities into ghettoes with the urban plight,