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

We don't need y'all, the fader's who we really fucking with, bitch

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

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

Used to call me the african don dada

Seen the how-to video now he on point

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

New hoes wanna hug me!

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

We going weed, women and some alcohol

I'm tellen you one day these suckers gotta fall

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

I bestow blows that freeze foes and sweep hoes.

Haters just hate but yet they don't know squat like a leg lift

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