This is a song about "Austin york"

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

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed

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

I shine, you shine, so we shine

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

That's why rappers is actors trying to dabble in clothes

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

I was taught to act my shoe size, never my age

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

And now i walk around without a care

King of new york, yo i'm already there