This is a song about "Urban"

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

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

Here i'm nothing but a backward bone-mugging urban bee

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

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

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

In the urban envrionemt of modern

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

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

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

You trying hard to maintain, then go headcause i ain't mad at cha

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

So my outlook's dim and my house is eventually without any heat

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

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

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