This is a song about "Nee york"

Talking ridiculous have mommas getting floral opinions

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

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

Celebrate the very day that she get past

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Got bitches in new york california and decatur

Givin' 'em a wet, welcome to the house of pain

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

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

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have

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

No religion i was getting saved by the glock nine

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

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