This is a song about "New york basketball"

I grabbed the ak, my homie took the 12 gauge

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

Real enough to admit i listen to people's opinions

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

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

Bring the remainin' red and white pieces to the fort

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

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

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

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have

Down to ride to the bloody end, just me and my girlfriend

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

Basketball without rim shillings

So i guess that's where i hide my things

It’s so hard and its so an this marvelous flow

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