This is a song about "Youngstown is where it at"

Mid-state and green it seems, is where all my niggaz be

Got some pocket change too, now ya workin' baby

Grab her body to my basement is where i'll carry it

It's like my lawyer know black magic, black rabbit

At the top where i'm in, is no place for your adventure.

Well that's not her fucking name, but i think this shit is clever

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

Whats withthe hat where do you work at is it that place that i spat at. its been

Where the fuck is he at? i'm lonely, he's probably cozy.

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

And don't be thinking that where i'm at is because of you

Soon to smoke em by the yard till my lungs can't get through

Whats withthe hat where do you work at is it that place that i spat at. its been

But buy a .44, blasting at playa haterswanting more with a thug passion

It's wolf gang barking keep you up like car alarms and shit

More than where im paced at, i'm faded but you can't erase it