This is a song about "36 hours in new york"

And get on down with this thc vision

In the land of the rising sun

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

Got bitches in new york california and decatur

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

I, summon unholy powers in the darkest of hours

I travel in a new york minute and keep it movin like pigeons

Talking ridiculous have mommas getting floral opinions

And new york to this very day has got the best,

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

And gary coleman just passed: life is short

That's why they kick with homies, what? back in new york,

Clocks tick backwards for hours as teachers stand rhyming in reverse,

Tried them didn't work, got impossible standards, nothing i ever do works

My rhymes, new york states of minds, lyrical crimes, in fact

They would get the cold shoulder and know it was an act