Come with me on a riveting ride through the streets of Rochester, New York. Where the bosses ball and the fake ones fall. Fiends dance in the streets for bags, Young girls selling ass for cash. Grandparents raising the next generation cuz the young moms and dads aint got the patience. Kids running the streets, strapped with the glizzy trying to eat. Stick up kid on every block, watch your back or you will get got. Jakes got more bodies than the hitters, code blue code blue, aint no justice for niggaz. Rochester where the thoroughbreds are born. Take caution when entering our city, you have been warned.
