This is a song about "Killing canibals thots mew york"

Called it an ep, they said i’m tripping

On this mission that im killing,

Have they all forgot who made this golf shit hot again

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

They could never understand

Tell these thots to go blow the frank

Know there's a barbed wire that's always in your past

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

Ur cool dude, but ur searching for purpose like mew two, i school fools

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues

This audemar on my wrist, got it harder than missed

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

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

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