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

Got that new crib in candy lane

I wanted the money and never the fame

A change in the recipe a new preamble

With my muscle you'll be dazzled, but hustlin's a hassle

And stick my dick in you but that just might offend you

Cos the rule in bitches is always always find a new

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

Real enough to admit i listen to people's opinions

And goin' half on a motherfuckin' hundred sack

Took in the info like my new track

New york runs the rap game, can't tell the best?

Cause i was never hesitant to represent

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

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