This is a song about "You say you own your city how you figure that"

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

You say that your over him/ but how can i be sure be?

I don't need no fucking throne

Never will i leave you on your own,

Why you keep falling from your own shoes?

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

You don’t even know your own damn girl,

And he, what's his name, earl

In brazil, and this shit is real, got bad hoes and that whip appeal

A dollar might say fuck them niggas that you came with that's just how i feel

Because you say your sprayin gats and that you tote some too

Let me drug you up and put different things in you

What's the deal with the nets though

She say how low how low can you go?

They napped and slept on me, man, i hate black

Cant you get rich off your own track