This is a song about "Crackers in new york"

Cause you slum dawg and i'm the millionaire

King of new york, yo i'm already there

New whip or new bitch im always up in it.

I'm always dressed up but i never slack shit

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

Just think of all the people that you knew in the past

Wolf gang make a white pregnant bitch wan' abort

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

While half my mental belongs in a cage

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

Got bitches in new york california and decatur

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

You kids are new,youve been in the new ages

Now momma told me be careful who you love