This is a song about "Urban outfitters"

But with these words, i'm as free as an intern

In the urban envrionemt of modern

And you rap niggas looking funny tryna talk back and shit

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

And i can't even trip, cause i'm just laughin at cha

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

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,

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

People speak as if they need me, they deceitful inside

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

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

See my team has hella cars, i got a couple knots

The projects to the urban hood, where bitches pop rocks,

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

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