This is a song about "Great new york fire"

Those are not my dreams, i'll be straight

Of pleasure, jill you did great

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

How beautiful are thou, africa

Your on fire.. your on fire

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass

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

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

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

It's them who've lost love, and love for a lyricist

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