This is a song about "Georgia to new york to hawaii bitch"

With foreign names, valet the range

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

Welcome son to the new world

She wanted to fight at first

And i can't even trip, cause i'm just laughin at cha

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

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

Got bitches in new york california and decatur

2 v's in the street, blowing trees with hoes

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

Life was diggin’ me deeper, i kept on coming up short

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

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

King of new york, yo i'm already there