This is a song about "Kyrie irving"

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

Killin' all the way from new york and east detroit,

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

The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast

I apologize i don't recollect your name

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

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

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

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent

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