This is a song about "New york city"

She's got me love stoned from everywhere

King of new york, yo i'm already there

Trigger being pulled, niggers in a ditch

Rack city bitch, rack, rack city bitch

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

While half my mental belongs in a cage

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

Say she like my style but i talk too fast

Got bitches in new york california and decatur

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

So don't worry about my motherfucking name

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

This is like love, that you can never get

This that new, from the city, you ain’t heard yet

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

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass