This is a song about "Nee york"

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

Real enough to admit i listen to people's opinions

Puttin all those cali and new york jobs on my wishlist,

It's them who've lost love, and love for a lyricist

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

I like the way they dribble up and down the court

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

Wake up, turn on your tv and see my ass again

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

The flow cold as a shoulder of a gold diggin hoes

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass

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

My state is right, new york, the best with the rhyme

Getting head counting bread, at the same down time

Educate yourselves, of africa

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