This is a song about "2pac hollywood bitch cash broke new york king high fuck broads"

They say this media changed, these verses gettin strange

If i'll be a king of new-york i wouldn't change

Before i get to t.i.a. i'm sure to make her rain

New york rules, can't tell me nothin' in the game,

Got bitches in new york california and decatur

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

Killin' all the way from new york and east detroit,

You're a bitch, and you broke my heart.

Let me breathe hard like it was hard

Ok i’m wale but you can call me nada

Distribution, new york, to chicago, l.a.