This is a song about "Chris king money new york weed hoes woes foes bros alcohol prostitude"

Yeah live from the soho, and hov told me i'd blow joe

Fucking hoes, playing super smash bros as mario

To liberate yourselves, africa

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

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

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

I grabbed the ak, my homie took the 12 gauge

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

Extention chords bout to break like the new york city bridge.

Getting money, duckin' haters, nigga i ain't loafin' bitch

Spittin rhymes i'm on bros new beats a new girl and she got a couple of cheeks

Shit ain't always wat it seemsi put that on everything no sleep having light dreams

We going weed, women and some alcohol

I swear, i kinda feel like she's slightly bizarre