This is a song about "Michael sparkes in new york"

O.f. is the coldest thing, and i'm the fuckin' general

With new crowd in , your sec life with whole new level

Kill me with a chainsaw, and let my balls dangle

A change in the recipe a new preamble

And i'm driving a unicorn, plus my bitch is strange

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

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

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

Real enough to admit i listen to people's opinions

I travel in a new york minute and keep it movin like pigeons

Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford

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

Raquel treat me like my father like a fucking stranger

Got bitches in new york california and decatur

Came from the bottom, aiming for the top

Think this is new, well i'm in shock