This is a song about "New york city"

Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped

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

With foreign names, valet the range

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

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

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

Got bitches in new york california and decatur

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

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

That happen to act like a black president

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

Just think of all the people that you knew in the past

You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair

King of new york, yo i'm already there