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

Celebrate the very day that she get past

My rhymes, new york states of minds, lyrical crimes, in fact

Roll the whole mountain, now i’m on the couch bent

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

I had you motherfuckers eating salad like a fat bitch

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

Hi my name is chris, i'm a weed thief,

Create life with the beats, alicia keys

You faggots can buy chains but utopia can't afford

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

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

While half my mental belongs in a cage