This is a song about "New york basketball"

Deep down, i'm an emo fuckin' faggot that's depressed

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

Showing my skills like i'm playing basketball on the court

But daddy gotta order somethin dealers can't afford

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

Real enough to admit i listen to people's opinions

No car key and i mean that

Basketball, you are flat

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent

New york runs the rap game, can't tell the best?

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

Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped

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

Say you want that dope shit, welcome to satan's cabbage patch, bitch