This is a song about "Urban population growth urban living conditions immigration growth"

Is not necessarily locked within the population,

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

America’s growth requires a new flow to be laid

The audience lovin’ him cuz most of them can relate

And most our fuckin' wealth is in a percent of the population,

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

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

I'm a geophyte, move under the ground til i can see the light

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

On a mission but my hearts got conditions

In the urban envrionemt of modern

Member when you had a jheri curl didn't quite learn

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

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