This is a song about "New york basketball"

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

Jazz talkin, i bet i pick and roll with your bitch

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

Brings alotta joy buggati boy thats lane to lane

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

Used to clean my rolie chain with alcohol in the sink

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

No crucifix chains, i’m ain’t sure if i’m forgiven, lord

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

That we’ve been confined to, so the corporate won’t make decisions

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

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

Basketball, you are flat

Top dropped down, black on black