This is a song about "New y"

But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there

So the image will be captured when thoes kids ask y life aint fair

New passions, enemies new fashion

First sceneproducers pointin' like action

'coz how the fuck can you be friends with a craz-y

Of the vhs especially during sex baby

Dmv so we used to the waiting

Y you bitches think that im still playing,

I'm the c.e.o. of diplomat records, i sign myself

His flow is hole-y like the edge of abalone shells

Bitch, i hit one button, my roof open like a hard spot

Its the same thing ever y day, it strikes some people as odd.