This is a song about "6am in new york"

I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed

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

Bullied in school, noting new,

Dear sweetheart, wassup boo

Know i had to do a jay dilla joint

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

My ass funky like a cab driver in new york city, pass the class,

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass

Think this is new, well i'm in shock

Fuck that job been around that block

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

Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped

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

And the money that my momma spent on rent and clothes

King of new york, yo i'm already there

Cause you slum dawg and i'm the millionaire