This is a song about "New york basketball"

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

They say i walk around like i got a s on my chest

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

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

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

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

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

Nigga, you pull over, fuck a rover range

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

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

How beautiful are thou, africa

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

I can change the whole game if a nigga bored

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

Stupid-ass, he been in the game like basketball, but no,

Heartbroken obviously, there's not tomorrow