This is a song about "Austin york"

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

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

Inspired by that ganja most 9-to-5ers just can't afford

That's why they kick with homies, what? back in new york,

Distribution, new york, to chicago, l.a.

To liberate yourselves, africa

Then start again, don't have no muthafuckin' friends niggalook inside the heartz of men

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

I can only love you when you’re undressed

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

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

They would get the cold shoulder and know it was an act

It's them who've lost love, and love for a lyricist

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

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

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest