This is a song about "Urban outfitters"

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

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

Life live, might as well, only way to learn

In the urban envrionemt of modern

And reminds us that the mixture of guns and puns is too urban and street

Sign a cdbut right now, does it look too shabby, t?look down can't even see my feet

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

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

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

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

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

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

Yo, this music’s disrespected by those who caused the urban flight,

You headin' to his car for some sexi pass by, can't hold back tears inside

To this day as he roams the urban maze we call la

The homies wanna kick it, but i'm just laughin at cha