So, Dro city is a neighborhood in Chicago, just like everywhere has neighborhoods in Chicago. Its named after Dro, and it can be rough over there.
If you from Chicago, you know where that is. I was just saying, wasn’t a lot of shit out there for me to be. There was no moment of me being, “Oh, I’m bout to be real about this shit. I need to go get a job at the fuckin' car wash down the street.” It wasn’t shit for me over there. We weren’t supposed to grow there. I definitely, beyond even my parents, me and my girl, I would say, came from humble beginnings, ‘cause her sister had the smarts and the money saved at the time to purchase a house to rent out to other people. My girl had three jobs that she was working.
I didn’t have shit going on but I was working on being a rapper. But we had to try and flip that shit and make it in to something. At the time I felt like there was nothing out there for me in the neighborhood. I was going downtown to do anything. I wasn’t trying to kick it in Dro city.
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After I got the money from the Camp Tour and came back and was with my girl for a little while, I got brought on a few more tours. Got some more money. And I wasn’t really at any point moving my girl in with me. I got a crib, a nice apartment on the North Side and didn’t reciprocate the love. After Acid Rap, I rented a huge mansion in LA. My girl didn’t move out there with me either. I just stared trying to live this rapper life, yo. I literally got a rapper mansion at one point. The pools, the basketball court, all the swag. But I wasn’t keeping it 100 with my girl, who had really held me down. I moved pretty quickly back from LA after seven months just ‘cause I felt empty and I felt like I hadn’t been living my life how I was supposed to be. Nothing felt right until shortly after my girl got pregnant, I realized that I needed to be around her, to be with her.
The final couplet sounds a bit like, “None of my stars ever drink or drive/‘Til God decide to come bring you by,” (i.e., you’ve brought with your presence an abundance of shooting stars, viz. continually fulfilled wishes).