This is a song about "Me standing on the empire state"

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

Collaborate on plans to realize the truest state of our existence

But its enough to build with the bricks of an empire

Madonna momma, body bottled, you're fine. i'm finer

But all she ever want me to do is unzip her jeans

Once upon a time, i was standing on the streets

Cynical analytical state of mind, on grind, unsigned

Besides bumpin n grindin wasn't nothin on our mind

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

My money keep me staying, my dick allways out standing

Anyway i'm standing in the alleyway

Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play

Bodyguard for what? dog, i'd rather shoot

He's probably standing on your stoup..