This is a song about "Fat tyler york"

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

Cause i was never hesitant to represent

Ethnic whites in new york city, tight-knit, keep close,

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

You said also i was fat

There's crack, there's crack

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

That i can only love you when you undressed

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

And i make music for the fuck of it, no fame

Because there ain't no coming back from that

I shall entrap, your ass, its fat