This is a song about "King of new york"

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

Nigga, you pull over, fuck a rover range

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

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

And you can tell by the chiseled horns on my forehead bitch

Extention chords bout to break like the new york city bridge.

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

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

And getting money is the song i sing

You in the presence of a king

Used to clean my rolie chain with alcohol in the sink

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

Had i not been exposed to these things

King of the va, off of those toxins.