This is a song about "New york city boy"

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

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

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

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

I grabbed the ak, my homie took the 12 gauge

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Rack city bitch, rack, rack, city bitch [x3]

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