This is a song about "Vice city"

Then asking my identity

I grew up in nola city,

News flash: concern in the city,

I’m tryna be low key

Rack, rack, rack city bitch, city bitch

Double m self made we forever rich

When all hell breaks loose thats my city

I delete they history

But now vice versa story changed he became a rapper, doctor,

All this is probably karma, you dishonored the father

Pass by life twice with vice thrashes to curdle whom,

When i’m in the groove, i can freak a tune

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

Stuck in a vice, hide your kids and hide your wife

Rack city bitch, rack, rack, city bitch [x3]

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps