This is a song about "Urban outfitters"

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

Used to call me the african don dada

In the urban envrionemt of modern

I killed my manager with an iron

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast

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

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

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

Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store

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

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,

I just think we need one night, can't decide if i came right