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

Encased in scenes as i embrace the hours

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

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

And i'm driving a unicorn, plus my bitch is strange

And older women put a nigga on their bucket list

Puttin all those cali and new york jobs on my wishlist,

I like the way they dribble up and down the court

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

Striving, working nine to five with no health care

King of new york, yo i'm already there

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

Take a shot at the excorcist then x em out with these words

Uh, that shit you talk don't move me nada

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

Quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line

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