This is a song about "Austin york"

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

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

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

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

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

No dirt weed, give me purp with no seeds, please aboard

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

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

She's got me love stoned from everywhere

King of new york, yo i'm already there

Who dat, who dat? bitch i got that flame

New york rules, can't tell me nothin' in the game,