This is a song about "Nathan york"

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

Wolf gang make a white pregnant bitch wan' abort

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

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

It’s not fair, the ones with the good hair

King of new york, yo i'm already there

Educate yourselves, of africa

Distribution, new york, to chicago, l.a.

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

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

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

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

I love that hour glass shape you got up on that frame