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

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

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

And i'm driving a unicorn, plus my bitch is strange

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

See i can only love you when you undressed

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

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

Whipping white and baking soda, at the same damn time

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

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

To liberate yourself, africa

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

Real enough to admit i listen to people's opinions

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