This is a song about "New vegas"

And pray for better days

Momma was getting a new raise.

A new world order, with a new constitution

Stab him, put a arch on it, pour unleaded gas on him

So you finally got the nerve

All these so called new schoolers

Minds are wasted like paper out the pocket in lines in vegas

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

For 12 years,no new hoes!

I want to make the world new

What preceded was the clue

I'm a new man with a new attitude

That's all a nigga needs, i get through without food

Than me, find a new endeavor

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her