This is a song about "Great new york fire"

Deep down, i'm an emo fuckin' faggot that's depressed

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

I found a formula that's great

H2o flow and i don't hold gate

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

My ass funky like a cab driver in new york city, pass the class,

Used to call me the african don dada

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

Against a new king of the streets on a fire hot streak

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street

Exhibitions that's exponentially great//

We both teenagers with the same mind state