This is a song about "New york 1977"

And word i blew off herb i grew

Time to go find someone new

Real enough to admit i listen to people's opinions

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

New york rules, can't tell me nothin' in the game,

Well, brenda's barely got a brain

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

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

Cause youse a down ass bitch, and i ain't mad at cha

Distribution, new york, to chicago, l.a.

New targets when i see new faces

Don’t let me talk about the deal ones

Extention chords bout to break like the new york city bridge.

In the three bear house eating their mothafuckin' porridge

New recipes and a few new fucking dominions.

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference