This is a song about "My girl like we use to in new york"

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

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

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

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

Cuase its like my new girl she just a reminder

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

I'm from the tin shacks where mishaps get fixed fast

My rhymes, new york states of minds, lyrical crimes, in fact

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

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

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

Say you want that dope shit, welcome to satan's cabbage patch, bitch

To say you're my girl and to treat her like an empress

The best is that which i accept and nothing less