This is a song about "Urban"

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

Ain't no nigga touching my style, it got a force field

I killed my manager with an iron

In the urban envrionemt of modern

People speak as if they need me, they deceitful inside

Which turned cities into ghettoes with the urban plight,

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast

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

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

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

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep

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