This is a song about "Nee york"

Inspired by that ganja most 9-to-5ers just can't afford

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

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,

While half my mental belongs in a cage

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

Aimin' at them skin headed bitches let it rain

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

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

Talking ridiculous have mommas getting floral opinions

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

Is written in our souls, africa

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

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

Down to ride to the bloody end, just me and my girlfriend

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