This is a song about "New york"

Ethnic whites in new york city, tight-knit, keep close,

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

Runnin' this bitch like i do not care

King of new york, yo i'm already there

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

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

If i ain't get em yet, believe their name is on the short list

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

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

Running hip hop like 'pac in his prime

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

Try doing what you doing but it’s out of range

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

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

New recipes and a few new fucking dominions.