This is a song about "Malichi z york"

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

Know i had to do a jay dilla joint

Oh, not again! another critic writing report

That's why they kick with homies, what? back in new york,

Listen b, just give my stylist kudos

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

Blast tracks in class, em, nas, and jay z

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed

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

My state is right, new york, the best with the rhyme

You better get yours fore i reach mine

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

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