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

We ain't looking for loving here, only cus it's summer here

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

On your own words and feet, saying that you could defeat

My ex bitch bitter now cause everything sweet

(i got that hot bitch in my home) you know how many hot bitches i own?

But oh i can’t stay away, not never, your my home, home, home

Cant you get rich off your own track

Make a mess outta tracks, got my hat back

I'm tyler, mr. green hat, pro-abortion anti-clean rap

You say that u be ballin like kobe but your whack

You don’t even know your own damn girl,

And he, what's his name, earl

It's the wolf gang, wolf gang

You have your own opinions man

Feeling like these rap niggas ain't as real as they say

I'm glad i met you in the city that day,