This is a song about "Nee york"

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,

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

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

Now i get laid-off, notice y'all employed

Killin' all the way from new york and east detroit,

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

Tryna get inside your mind without that night shift

New york runs the rap game, can't tell the best?

Uptown, moco, prince george, represent

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

If you never do, still niggas look at you strange

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

Selling white, selling mid, at the same damn time