This is a song about "Urban terms"

They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets

Here, put in laimens terms, it's what you do with whats in you jeans.

Coming to terms, where we can agree

Look it something they can't ever see

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,

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

But all she ever want me to do is unhook her bra

Fuck the terms and the phrase, free is what i've chosen

I'm bout to stick the whole game up with no gun

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

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast

Cee said, oaknair finna be here

In rap terms he keeps it real