This is a song about "Nee york"

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

But i can only love you when you undressed

I say i’m wrong, you say come again

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

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,

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

Got bitches in new york california and decatur

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

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

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

Nigga, you pull over, fuck a rover range