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

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

Know i had to do a jay dilla joint

Ethnic whites in new york city, tight-knit, keep close,

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Encased in scenes as i embrace the hours

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

I'm spending hours in the kitchen cooking up carols

D.c. pg is with me see that bentley that ain't mine

My state is right, new york, the best with the rhyme

Extention chords bout to break like the new york city bridge.

That wasn't bullets, that was copies of bastard, you bitch

I'm not a fucking coward cowering for hours lying in the flowers.

One less hungry mouth on the welfare!"first ship em dope and let em deal to brothers

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

Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim