This is a song about "Being in new york"

Dad wasn't around -- my father figure was too short

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

I believed in a higher being.

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

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

So while you worry about the hoes

Bullied in school, noting new,

Not to shit on you

But everybody is a g with the weed in them

Being king in hell is better the being worker in heaven

I'll show you there's a few good left that exist

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