This is a song about "New york"

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

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

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

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass

New passions, enemies new fashion

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Don't think this oppression's new,

I'm tryna stay with you, lay with you

That we’ve been confined to, so the corporate won’t make decisions

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

Bullied in school, noting new,

It's jungle when the niggas in zoo

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

Got bitches in new york california and decatur