This is a song about "Austin york"

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

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

Got bitches in new york california and decatur

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

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

Know i had to do a jay dilla joint

The day before is better than the present

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

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

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

I grabbed the ak, my homie took the 12 gauge

Take your hat off and get to cuttin: kung lao on that bitch

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

Like a czar,like austin powers im feeling randy and carlcee,other then them

Instead of countin sheep, niggas countin cannibalsand that's how it is in the pen