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

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

Rap giant, get your little locality smashed

A change in the recipe a new preamble

Slip capsules in a glass, she dizzy rascal

Got that new crib in candy lane

I say i’m wrong, you say come again

I grabbed the ak, my homie took the 12 gauge

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

You could have it all alone, cause i’m better without you

Cos the rule in bitches is always always find a new

Used to clean my rolie chain with alcohol in the sink

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

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

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

Watching for the cops that's moving through

Bullied in school, noting new,