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

New hoes wanna hug me!

Could i make you my baby

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

I'm at the atm, spending like i ain't paying rent

Fat sack of knives in the passenger side, bitch

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

Tryna stay clear of my foes

Spend money ,don't fuck with hoes.

Tryna get a nigga with a all-star name

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

Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped

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

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

Got in more trouble as i got up that age